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1     I|    thing."~ ~"Come, come, make haste! Do the dish honour!"~ ~"
2   VII|        galloped thither in hot haste, and when we got there not
3   VII|       he. "Come, my girl, make haste. Canst thou not choose thee
4    IX|        him why he did not make haste about it if his intentions
5    IX|       Back to Pressburg in hot haste, if the horses died for
6    IX| honoured host, for my indecent haste in introducing among the
7    XX|     see my way by. I must make haste, for there's lots for me
8   XXI|        an hour and in such hot haste. God has brought you. Thank
9  XXII|       even those who wept made haste to depart from thence and