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1     I| sweet haven till he had had endless spills and been nearly torn
2     I|  along with him through the endless mud. By the light of the
3    IV|     up his mind to graft an endless series of pinks that afternoon,
4     X| girls who have tripped into endless misery, poor women bending[
5  XIII|        Kárpáthy called down endless blessings on the head of
6    XV|     all our great families, endless confusion would arise in