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 1   III|      on both sides.~ ~Will he win this wreath again? Who can
 2   III| simply go on my way, but if I win I shall remain here," was
 3   III|       fancied he was going to win. One steed stumbled beneath
 4   III| offered him a cap. "I mean to win back my wreath."~ ~"You
 5   III|  better horse, and a fool may win if his horse be quick enough.
 6    VI|       this artless tale would win her credence, and so deceive
 7  VIII|    each other as to who shall win her first, as if it were
 8    IX|      Diable! you will have to win a jolly lot, for you've
 9    IX|      a wager that I would not win the girl, eh? You shall
10     X| approach them? how was she to win their hearts, their confidence?~ ~
11    XI|     will be no easy matter to win him over to more liberal
12  XVII|   order that he might thereby win back his own.~ ~If only
13  XVII|     be no difficult matter to win her.~ ~As they ascended