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 1      II|      the princess has a woman's heart in her bosom," he declared, "
 2       V|        however, took so much to heart the disappointment of her
 3       V|     jewel for her offering. Her heart held inexhaustible treasures,
 4     VII|   Blanka felt a deep joy in her heart as she looked on that benignant
 5     VII|         inmost sanctuary of her heart.~ ~When the audience was
 6    VIII|   assuredly not. Your own noble heart moved you rather to use
 7      IX|       He draws a Venus, but his heart is still whole. He pictures
 8      IX|   seeking him and was rejoiced, heart and soul, at the chance
 9     XII|         we can chat away to our heart's content. There's no one
10     XII|      only one who, with beating heart, guesses the name of the
11     XIV|         rough exterior, a noble heart in a rude setting. His[146]
12     XIV|       short, a genuine Szekler, heart and soul.~ ~When, then,
13     XIV|       you have won its master's heart. With Ciprianu's cock and
14      XV|   thought she was going to lose heart, but she looked into your
15      XV|         Aaron. "You can read my heart, brother, like an open book,
16    XVII|       have done so with a light heart.~ ~"Don't you think this
17    XVII|         was feeling so heavy of heart and, in a vague way, so
18    XVII|    Providence, rather. It was a heart that beat with warm human
19    XVII|          He will be there, dear heart," Aaron assured her.~ ~"
20   XVIII|       him, and he will find one heart that still beats for him
21   XVIII|       to the very bottom of his heart."~ ~Blanka could not but
22   XVIII|       Manasseh,' I pleaded, 'my heart's treasure, unless you wish
23   XVIII|        s image grew in Blanka's heart and assumed larger proportions
24   XVIII| influence of a woman's faithful heart that could cease to love
25     XIX|      grim task, and calls for a heart of iron."~ ~"And a purse
26      XX|   provided in plenty, and every heart was filled to overflowing
27      XX|     like a dagger-thrust in his heart. His knees trembled under
28      XX|         and pressing her to his heart. So he was not dead,[239]
29     XXI|      the throbbing of a giant's heart, the heavy beating of steam
30   XXIII|         point it at the other's heart, each will utter the name
31   XXIII|        a woman, - a woman whose heart[278] is full of bitter hatred,
32  XXVIII|         himself by piercing his heart with a breast-pin. Two others
33  XXVIII|   nearer to him. Even her cruel heart felt the compliment conveyed