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 1    II|       had actually throbbed for joy, but now that he was sitting
 2    II|         brain began to swim for joy and rapture.~ ~And yet he
 3   III|    Prince. For, verily, it is a joy to even behold the maiden,
 4    IV|   father, his face radiant with joy. "So far from giving her
 5    IV|      face beaming all over with joy, he smote his hands together
 6    IV|       figures, so that it was a joy to look thereon, for no
 7    IV|         unable to conceal their joy at the Sultan's favours,
 8    IV|    Seraglio, for although every joy of life was his, and he
 9    IV| Gül-Bejáze. The intoxication of joy and wine had suddenly left
10     V|       whole host is full of the joy of battle, and if, from
11    IX|      Prophet.~ ~With a shout of joy the people pressed towards
12    IX|        distant mountains of the joy of Stambul, and an hour
13     X|      the all-pervading cries of joy.~ ~Meanwhile in the Etmeidan
14   XII|       beat with a still greater joy, with a still loftier hope,
15   XII|      the purest part of Halil's joy, the loftiest star of his
16   XII|        were sad and gloomy. All joy vanished from his life the
17   XII|      dignity. He had a peculiar joy in perpetually prophesying
18  XIII|     tapping at her window. With joy she leaps from her bed to
19  XIII|       back to the house full of joy, her cheeks have quite a
20  XIII|  secretly and she, also full of joy, follows her mistress[Pg
21  XIII|       hut so full of shamefaced joy, looking behind her every