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1     I|    give you a hundred florins? Nonsense, sir. You should thank me
2    IX| daughter be about me."~ ~"What nonsense you are talking, my worthy
3    IX|      will marry you! It is all nonsense; he wants to make a fool
4    XI|      perhaps prefer to call it nonsense.~ ~We will therefore confine
5  XIII| delirious, and talked a lot of nonsense, as sick people generally
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