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 1     I|         expression of a spoiled child, who does not know whether
 2    IV|    house, sir, she was a little child no higher than my knee,
 3    IV|         to save the unfortunate child from having her innocence
 4    IV|       They quite frightened the child with all these[Pg 114] lamentations,
 5    IV|       him to Aunt Teresa's. The child wept all the way.~ ~The
 6     V|       stony-hearted towards the child; her obstinacy, like a thorny
 7     V|       at last brought under the child's unruly disposition and
 8     V|         She frequently left the child to herself, ceased to supervise
 9     V|     Teresa never alluded to the child's relatives; on the contrary,
10     V|        emotion, she clasped the child to her breast. God had at
11     V|       rare fruit of paradise! A child of fifteen or sixteen, whose
12     V|   surrender to an inexperienced child! to be worsted by a pair
13     V|     enjoying in her own way the child's beautiful singing, when
14     V|       with them since she was a child. Her heart is as pure as
15     V|       Her heart is as pure as a child's, and her education has
16   VII|        he was as delighted as a child who knows that some long-wished-for
17   VII|    delight in the comedy as any child.~ ~Meanwhile he had finished
18  VIII|      matter completely.~ ~"If a child were to be born to me,"
19     X|         for I was young, a mere child, in fact, when it began,
20     X|         as I have said - a mere child, ha, ha! - but I would not
21  XIII|        hand, and weeping like a child. At last his wife was out
22   XVI|        My dear Flora, you are a child; there is much you do not
23   XIX|         long enough to hear the child speak, to read a meaning
24   XIX| Kárpáthy."~ ~What should be the child's name? It should be the
25   XIX|  twinkling eyes he regarded the child, and a fine, vigorous little
26   XIX|       John, perceiving that the child was screwing up his little
27   XIX|     room and listen whether the child was crying, and every time
28   XIX|       look, and held the little child nestling on her bosom to
29   XIX|        the face of the sleeping child, who at every kiss opened
30   XIX|      her -~ ~"Be a mother to my child."~ ~Flora could not reply,
31   XXI|        they had been made for a child. On the table is an open
32   XXI|     last hour, as she placed my child in the[Pg 352] arms of your
33   XXI|       words: 'Be a mother to my child!' I have not forgotten it;
34   XXI|         you, 'Be a father to my child!' Happy child! What a good
35   XXI|      father to my child!' Happy child! What a good father, what
36   XXI|   Rudolf, to him I have left my child. The second is Mike Kis.
37   XXI|         him, and surrounded the child's cradle. The little thing
38   XXI|     lifted him in his arms. The child looked at him with such
39   XXI|        took him in his arms the child began to kick and crow,
40   XXI|           and Rudolf kissed the child's forehead.~ ~"How glad
41  XXII|      embraced and protected the child as tenderly as if she were
42  XXII|      really its mother.~ ~Happy child!~ ~The good old Nabob was