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 1     I|             I beg your pardon," cried the gipsy, "but that is
 2     I|      Look, look, he's choking!" cried several voices.~ ~The Nabob
 3     I|      his hand to his bosom, and cried with a laugh, "Here's the
 4     I|       good-for-nothing rascal!" cried the nobleman, "so you'd
 5     I|         angry. "I am dying," he cried. "I am not a fool that you
 6     I|           Milles tonnerres!" he cried, "can't you speak any other
 7     I|      light, signore contadino!" cried the stranger.~ ~"I beg your
 8     I|       ladies and gentlemen," he cried, "I have the honour to salute
 9     I|        I had thought a little!" cried the young gentleman, leaping
10     I|       skin, I suppose?"~ ~"Eh!" cried Abellino, impatiently, and
11     I|      under him, but the old man cried -~ ~"Leave everything where
12    II|     mingled with the crowd, and cried, "Down with the aristocrats!"
13    II|         are always so courtly!" cried the young man, flinging
14    II|       How much do you know?" he cried.~ ~"I know this much - the
15    II|          Then it is a scandal," cried Kárpáthy, leaping from his
16    II|        in full?"~ ~"How can I?" cried Abellino, furiously. "If
17    II|        my uncle."~ ~"Sir, sir!" cried the banker, leaping to his
18   III|         way of going about it!" cried Martin. It was not his natural
19   III|       he's laying on the whip!" cried he. "Something like, eh!
20   III|        of Mr. Varju's hand, and cried triumphantly to the youth -~ ~"
21   III|         race."~ ~"Really, now," cried Martin. "You appear pretty
22   III|             I don't want that!" cried the vanquished horseman,
23   III| therefore be the Whitsun King!" cried many voices.~ ~But who was
24   III|        threw back his head, and cried -~ ~"All right! I don't
25   III|         that's nothing at all!" cried Mike Kis, accomplishing
26   III|        done.~ ~"A bumper here!" cried Bandi at last, and gallantly
27   III|      his lungs allowed him, and cried, "I'll kill you I'll kill
28   III|      manners do you call this?" cried Mike as he entered the room,
29   III|    handkerchief.~ ~"What then?" cried Jock, who was beginning
30    IV|        what does that mean?" he cried.~ ~"What does that mean?
31    IV|        there like a stuck pig!" cried Teresa, with a sudden access
32    IV|        matter with you all?" he cried. "Why don't you eat? What'
33    IV|         to take away Fanny," he cried, "and keep her for ever."~ ~"
34    IV|        with a string.~ ~"What!" cried Judge Bordácsi, with a still
35    VI|        guest.~ ~"Ah, good day!" cried that gentleman with friendly
36    VI|            What are you doing?" cried both the seconds at the
37   VII|        come, man! Draw nearer!" cried the[Pg 156] confidential
38   VII|        respectfully?"~ ~"What!" cried Palko, "the man who insulted
39   VII|       Oh, I'll look after her," cried Martin, and he glanced defiantly
40   VII|       So it is only you, then!" cried the worthy old gentleman,
41   VII|        is the matter with you?" cried Bandi Kutyfalvi. He had
42   VII|        Quick, Palko, quick!" he cried; "get the carriage ready
43   VII|        Look ye, my friends!" he cried, turning at last to those
44   VII|         good heart, after all," cried he.~ ~"Nothing of the sort,"
45   VII|    tower, and, smiling broadly, cried out to him -~ ~"Well, so
46   VII|   utmost sang-froid.~ ~"Enfin!" cried he, "I verily believe the
47  VIII|          A million and a half!" cried the artisan, in consternation;
48  VIII|     along with you, you rogue!" cried Master Boltay, scarce able
49    IX|          Drive into Pressburg!" cried Squire John with impatient
50    IX|       laugh.~ ~"Ah, Fennimore!" cried he. "You certainly ought
51    IX|         his laughter.~ ~"Well," cried he at last, sweeping into
52    IX|      this is pure filibustery!" cried Fennimore, with insolent
53     X|        yes, yes! call me that!" cried Fanny, full of rapture,
54  XIII|      Squire John, Squire John!" cried Dame Marion, in a shrill,
55  XIII|     also, will look after her," cried Lady Szentirmay, with a
56  XIII|        Look! the fox, the fox!" cried his pursuers, when they
57  XIII|             Seize him, Fecske!" cried Mike Kis.~ ~And Fecske really
58  XIII|      joy. "Rudolf! Rudolf!" she cried.~ ~Fanny, in dumb despair,
59  XIII|       back again.~ ~"Good God!" cried Rudolf, whose face still
60  XIII|       That is Madame Kárpáthy!" cried Flora in alarm; and she
61  XIII|        but a thousand favours!" cried Kárpáthy, rejoicing that
62  XIII|        to live there, perhaps?" cried Kárpáthy, hastening to anticipate
63  XIII|     this goodness from you!" he cried.~ ~The lady smiled sadly,
64    XV|             Who is it, Jussuf?" cried Mr. Kecskerey, in such a
65   XVI|     both were!~ ~"What a pair!" cried Kecskerey, rapturously. "
66   XVI|     radiant face.~ ~"Ah, stop!" cried Flora, hastily, disengaging[
67   XVI|        frail, frivolous woman!" cried Flora, visibly wounded;
68 XVIII|            I congratulate you," cried Kecskerey, in a shrill nasal
69 XVIII|          Who is it, who is it?" cried Abellino, catching hold
70 XVIII|         This is a stupid jest," cried Abellino, quite forgetting
71  XXII|       is dead!"~ ~"Impossible!" cried Rudolf; and he hastened