Chapter

 1     I|         shoulder the fiddle, and death shall himself fiddle o'er
 2    II|   Kárpáthy after John Kárpáthy's death."~ ~"I know that; but John
 3    II|      stands at the very brink of death, and that his vital machinery
 4   III|      would have been trampled to death.~ ~The bewildered beast,
 5    IV|       undertake to the day of my death to preserve her reputation.
 6    IV|        of the fire of hell after death. And you even raise objections,
 7    VI|        with a love stronger than death; and now, discovering that
 8   VII|       him as his mortal enemies. Death was regarded as the one
 9   VII|          Kárpáthy as he stood at Death's ferry. Even the poet Gyárfás
10  VIII|       all probability my road to death is much shorter than his,
11  VIII|          vain for the hour of my death. I want my estates not to
12  VIII|        so far from weeping at my death, will be ready to dance
13  VIII|         return from the realm of death, though everybody looked
14  VIII|          to him to the day of my death, but he will be unhappy,
15  VIII|       she should love him to the death!~ ~Why was it that she could
16    IX|         was only waiting for the death of his uncle, who was greatly
17  XIII|        Fanny's turned as pale as death.~ ~"'Tis he!"~ ~Both of
18  XIII|     struggles more severely with Death than an old one, and throws
19  XIII|         Fanny was delivered from death. When first she was able
20    XV|       younger brother who by his death succeeded to the family
21  XVII|          prevent me from seeking death when we met together again!
22  XVII|          shall be the hour of my death. If, then, you have any
23   XIX|         faded, with the sweat of death upon her glorious face,
24   XIX|         face, with the pallor of death around her dear lips, with
25   XIX|      with the refracted gleam of death in her beautiful inspired
26   XIX|       thereby draw her away from Death.~ ~After an hour's heavy
27   XIX|         he knew it was a sign of death.~ ~Next, the sick woman
28    XX|   worshipped both in life and in death, and to whom, now that she
29    XX|         it was the sad emblem of death, an angel with an inverted
30    XX| chivalrously, exposed himself to death for her sake.~ ~Now he understood
31   XXI|         take it as an omen of my death. Do not gainsay me, I beg.
32   XXI|          beg. I am not afraid of death; I long for it. At such
33   XXI|       nails, only the date of my death has to be added. That priest
34   XXI|          in the book of life and death, or tell which of us twain
35   XXI|         beside hers. The date of death is alone wanting, and I
36   XXI|     supper such as the sick unto death partake of.~ ~The priest
37  XXII|        looked so venerable after death, it seemed to have been
38  XXII|      likewise.~ ~The news of his death had spread all over the
39  XXII|    recognize him, so greatly had death changed him.~ ~A tremendous