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 1     I|     mud in the twinkling of an eye, but why should he? If it
 2     I|    gipsy squinted with half an eye at the well-crammed pocket-book,
 3   III|      pursue whatever meets his eye in the distance, and he
 4   III| chanced to hit the bull in the eye. Quick as lightning the
 5   III|     the blood from his cut-out eye trickled down his black
 6   III|    joke. It was plain to every eye, moreover, that he was a
 7     V|       a tear from his upturned eye. It was Abellino Kárpáthy.~ ~"
 8   VII|     they kept much too good an eye upon him for that, and,
 9    IX|       poke out her kinswoman's eye with it.~ ~On perceiving
10    IX|       out of the corner of her eye, allowed herself to be lifted
11    IX|     than any one else, and his eye was upon everybody, so that
12    IX|  Madame John Kárpáthy!~ ~Every eye that had sated itself with
13     X|      took the list and ran her eye down it, and as she did
14  XIII|        by every one, and every eye was fixed upon them with
15  XIII|       pursuers, out of half an eye, keeping about a hundred