Chapter

 1   VII|          not come, because he was sick; but he had sent what he
 2     X|        the hungry, the naked, the sick, and the wretched among
 3  XIII|      talked a lot of nonsense, as sick people generally do whose
 4  XIII|           eyes at the foot of the sick woman's bed, kissing her
 5  XIII|         modest wishes of his dear sick little wife, and happy beyond
 6 XVIII| remarkably well. But your aunt is sick, very sick, and to all appearance
 7 XVIII|           your aunt is sick, very sick, and to all appearance she
 8   XIX|        head upon her bosom.~ ~The sick woman raised her breaking
 9   XIX|          feverish delirium of the sick woman began to subside,
10   XIX|        sign of death.~ ~Next, the sick woman turned towards Flora.
11   XIX|      nestling on her bosom to the sick woman's lips. Fanny tenderly
12   XXI|           last supper such as the sick unto death partake of.~ ~
13   XXI|       face. If you hear that I am sick, say no prayers in church