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1   III|    Fate had raised him still higher, for he was now sitting
2   III|     carry their horned heads higher, roar at each other from
3    IV| their vocation was something higher than the dull round of household
4    IV|    she was a little child no higher than my knee, whom every
5     V| ardour of the huntsman still higher. What, to surrender to an
6     X|  respect every member of the higher circles that he would have
7  XVII|      the aristocrats. In the higher compartment is the husband,
8    XX|      all round about, rising higher and higher every moment,
9    XX|     about, rising higher and higher every moment, till at last