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 1     I|      Yes, you. What are you afraid of? While you were living
 2     I|    said the poet. "Don't be afraid. I'll think of an epitaph
 3    II|  laid upon me. Oh! don't be afraid. I am accustomed to ascetic
 4    IV|  each other as if they were afraid of giving contradictory
 5    VI|     see them was positively afraid of them.~ ~The following
 6    VI| sobbing loudly.~ ~"Don't be afraid! don't be afraid!" whispered
 7    VI|   Don't be afraid! don't be afraid!" whispered Teresa; but
 8    VI|      said Conrad, "don't be afraid. I don't mean to frighten
 9    IX|     hand (she was no longer afraid of her), "what was the name
10     X|        i.e. the old fool is afraid to show her, and with good
11  XIII|       And ought I not to be afraid on your account also?"~ ~
12   XVI|     made as if she were not afraid of him.~ ~"What a loss it
13   XVI|   is sleepy! Poor Rudolf is afraid[Pg 311] the conversation
14   XVI|   312] would only have been afraid of his wife's intercourse
15   XVI| example of a husband who is afraid of his wife's women-friends
16  XVII|   thing, what's there to be afraid of? I knew that Flora would
17   XIX|   away, talk away! Don't be afraid, we understand you. Say
18    XX|    my good friend, I am not afraid."~ ~And with that the stranger
19   XXI| gainsay me, I beg. I am not afraid of death; I long for it.