Part,  Chapter

 1     I,     VII|        long as they needed. The dying man stared vacantly into
 2     I,     VII|        earlier, for how could a dying man leave his bed to vote?
 3     I,     VII|       votes were collected. The dying man had been made to understand
 4     I,     VII|         wife he sighed with his dying breath, "Du mein liebel"1 ("
 5     I,     VII|   endeavoured to prove that the dying man had not said, "Dumány
 6     I,    VIII|        you could not prevent my dying about this time next year."~ ~"
 7     I,      XI| themselves. They are positively dying for a peep at you and your
 8     I,     XII|        chairman of the party is dying to hand over to you. Then
 9    II,       V|        great service, and, when dying, made Aunt Diodora promise
10    II,    VIII|         or repent it until your dying hour! If you succeed in
11    II,     XII|   horrible accompaniment to the dying groans of the wounded. But
12    II,     XII|            Don't cry!" said the dying chief, hoarsely. "Go shout