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 1     XII|            t suit me at all. It is Rozina, and I am as pale as moonshine.
 2     XII|         might far better be called Rozina, for you have such beautiful
 3     XII|          Blanka, and I'll call you Rozina."~ ~The suggestion seemed
 4     XII|        good thing for you to know, Rozina, because all your servants
 5     XII|        portfolio and exclaimed:~ ~"Rozina, these men are terrible
 6     XII|                Blanka laughed, and Rozina hastened to take advantage
 7     XIX|           mourning, too," returned Rozina, in a passion. "How long
 8     XIX|      suggest."~ ~"You have a plan, Rozina?"~ ~"Yes. Before our loving
 9     XIX|         after the fair Cyrene - or Rozina, to call her by her real
10     XIX|        homes.~ ~"But go on!" urged Rozina; "what occurred after that
11     XIX|        last he could carry word to Rozina of his wife's death. He
12     XIX|           whispered in her ear:~ ~"Rozina, my wife is dead!"~ ~Her
13     XIX|          heirs."~ ~With both hands Rozina drew the prince's head down
14     XIX| responsible for her death."[230]~ ~Rozina burst out laughing. It is
15     XXV|           his day's doings?" asked Rozina. "Is all going well in Italy?"~ ~"
16     XXV|            brought the pocketbook. Rozina opened it and drew forth
17     XXV|             reading from the paper Rozina had handed him.~ ~"Ah, but
18  XXVIII|      already referred to, led into Rozina's boudoir; but the clock-door
19  XXVIII|          box of the marchioness.~ ~Rozina received him with apparent
20  XXVIII|         the close of the opera and Rozina's return. When his[322]