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 1      II|  high-priced curiosity. But the poor bride could not endure her
 2      IV|        thus confided in him! My poor sister, my dear, good little
 3      IV|        a charity school for the poor."~ ~"Then your people must
 4       V|        Gabriel Zimandy over her poor success in obtaining what
 5       V|     crowding multitude.~ ~Alas, poor Blanka! She only learned
 6       V| adoration of the true cross."~ ~Poor Gabriel was now given no
 7      VI|       were fairly splitting her poor head, and that she did not
 8      VI|      poured toward St. Peter's. Poor Blanka sat at her window
 9    VIII|        her. But her success was poor; she was conscious of failure
10       X|       betray the weakness of my poor mother. Hers was an unhappy
11    XIII|        and a sinful one."~ ~The poor girl sank speechless into
12     XIV|        He never even looks at a poor foot-passenger like me.
13     XIV|         all spent themselves on poor Aaron's unoffending person.
14    XVII|       what is to become of this poor girl?" Aloud once more: "
15   XVIII|   cannot really feel it."~ ~"My poor Anna!" was all Blanka could
16   XVIII|          Yes, yes, I know," the poor girl interrupted; "the whole
17     XIX|       Transylvania to bring the poor woman's body back to Vienna."
18     XIX|      investments. I know many a poor devil has been forced to
19   XXIII|        enemies."~ ~His country, poor fellow! What share had he
20   XXIII|    exerted himself to cheer the poor fellow up, promising to
21    XXIV|        out laughing.~ ~"Oh, you poor innocent!" he cried, "how
22    XXIV|       to march I shall obey. My poor lads are obliged to exchange
23    XXIV|    works and put bread into our poor people's mouths."~ ~"Ah,
24   XXVII|         of his sister Anna. The poor girl, he could not fail
25  XXVIII|      what do you wish of me, my poor boy?" she murmured softly