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 1     I,      IV| five-year-old boy, the son of a count, who could speak only Latin,
 2     I,      IX|        twelve thousand acres of Count Vernöczy's estate can do,
 3     I,       X|   consider me your friend; I am Count Vernöczy. Siegfried Vernöczy
 4     I,    XIII|      friend of mine a veritable Count, who expected me to give
 5    II,       I|       again, asked -~ ~"Has the Count returned home?"~ ~"He has,"
 6    II,       I|      his window?"~ ~"Whose? The Count's?"~ ~"No, that I know!
 7    II,      IV|      families of Hungary, and a count by birth. During the Revolution
 8    II,      IV|      woman. So good-bye to you, count, for I do not think that
 9    II,      VI|       bank-bills. Pray open and count them over. The county sheriff
10    II,     VII|         Oh, everything, my dear count!" I said, laughingly; "only
11    II,      IX|      growled he.~ ~"Perhaps the count might be more careful in