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 1     I|      narrow rim that it would drive a man to despair to imagine
 2     I|       into your carriage, and drive back to Paris, or Italy,
 3     I|      me out of this inn; I'll drive you out of the world," he
 4   III|        Pg 66] unless he could drive in somebody else's conveyance.
 5   III|     his master goes out for a drive!~ ~So Michael Kis made his
 6     V|  benefactor, and nobody could drive it out again.~ ~She begged
 7   VII|    conveyance. He forbears to drive right in, lest the cranky
 8    IX|    her pretty little lips.~ ~"Drive into Pressburg!" cried Squire
 9    IX|       you staring at, sirrah? Drive on, I say."~ ~"We have left
10    XI|       It is true she does not drive her own horses; but, should
11    XI|      but, should the coachman drive badly, she is quite capable
12  XIII|   time or so, to go out for a drive, if the weather was fine,
13  XIII| forehead, as if she wished to drive from thence the thought
14  XIII|    played the piano; or would drive about with him, in fact,
15   XVI|      not yet certain."~ ~"You drive me to despair. Surely, my