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 1      IV|           in all the world. Do not think me unduly prejudiced by
 2      IV|               Ah, your young women think of nothing but dress, I
 3       V| Transylvania, the good people will think it is somewhere in America,
 4       V|          good Christian should not think of bodily comfort while
 5      VI|            to the nearest cab. "To think of the Pope's giving his
 6       X|            stay long in Rome.~ ~"I think you will find it advisable
 7    XIII|          you, to make the coachman think you came on purpose for
 8    XIII|            protection, and that, I think, can be effected. Citizen
 9     XIV|           last man before we would think of yielding. It's no use
10      XV|           here over to-morrow. You think up something, brother; don'
11    XVII|          light heart.~ ~"Don't you think this back wall looks like
12   XVIII|          me - some day."~ ~"Do you think so?"~ ~"I believe it as
13   XVIII|           God above us. Not that I think we could now ever be happy
14   XVIII|            know him?"~ ~"Indeed, I think not," returned Blanka, in
15   XVIII|        Have I money enough, do you think, to purchase an iron mine?"~ ~"
16     XIX|          and - "~ ~"Do you dare to think of such a thing?" interrupted
17     XIX|   engagement. He did not, however, think it necessary to announce
18     XIX|         woman, in a passion. "Just think, there is a man in that
19     XIX|         say?"~ ~"I am wont only to think and to act, not to promise,"
20      XX|         between us, then tremble!' Think of those words often. And
21      XX|             244]~ ~"What makes you think so?"~ ~"Because he calls
22   XXIII|            had they but stopped to think.~ ~Toward noon the sturdy
23   XXIII|          head haugh[277]tily. "You think, do you, that I am joking,
24   XXIII|           an exultant laugh. "Just think what is in store for your
25    XXIV|            over again. How can you think of leaving us in the lurch?
26     XXV|         But what soldier will ever think of counting the threads
27  XXVIII|          doing."~ ~"What makes you think so, pray?" asked the marchioness,