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1     V| spinster, proudly.~ ~"Like an angel! Ah, madam, every time I
2    IX|      boots! Oh, thou guardian angel of the righteous, thou defender
3    IX| instant, it seemed as if some angel whispered in my ear, 'Have
4    IX|        sir, you speak like an angel from heaven. But my daughter?
5     X|       you are the ministering angel of the whole country-side.
6  XIII|   began to call a goddess, an angel on horseback, and other
7   XVI|    But your wife really is an angel. Madame Kárpáthy pales before
8   XIX|    like a little rosy-cheeked angel; his little hands and neck
9    XX|       sad emblem of death, an angel with an inverted torch.~ ~