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 1    II|    some ten to twenty of these human chattels exhibited in front
 2    II|     worn-out, venomous nurses, human refuse, so to speak, to
 3    II|        what it was to love any human being; but now as he sat
 4   VII| CHAPTER VII.~ ~TULIP-BULBS AND HUMAN HEADS.~ ~It is not every
 5   XII|                 CHAPTER XII.~ ~HUMAN HOPES.~ ~A time will come
 6   XII|     written down before.~ ~Ah, human hopes, human hopes! - the
 7   XII|     before.~ ~Ah, human hopes, human hopes! - the blast blows
 8   XII|     called to great things."~ ~Human calculations, human hopes,
 9   XII|            Human calculations, human hopes, what are they? To-day
10   XII|    without having to depend on human agency.~ ~When the clamorous
11   Sel|      gentlefolks are amazingly human. Mikszáth is a born story-teller." -