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1     V|       him - naturally not as his consort.~ ~On the following Sunday
2   VII|    Martin to look well after his consort.~ ~"Oh, I'll look after
3  VIII|      What?"[Pg 192]~ ~"My lawful consort, I say. For many years the
4    IX|     Nabob, set off with his fair consort for Kárpátfalva, there to
5    XI|          the conviction that his consort was as much at home in all
6   XII| completely won the favour of his consort by impressing upon her servants
7   XVI|          stroked the head of his consort.~ ~"My dear Flora, you are