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 1       I|      window-shade without any help from the stranger, until
 2      IX| through the world! He asks no help in the production of his
 3    XIII|     trouble and I must go and help them. As long as they are
 4    XIII|    how could you expect me to help you keep your vows? I am
 5     XIV|    milk is something we can't help. So all the young men of
 6     XVI|      counting on meeting with help, to stumble upon an enemy.
 7   XVIII|       family had to hasten to help him up. When he speaks in
 8      XX|       looking for you! Let me help you down."~ ~Zenobia, however,
 9      XX|    whispered Aaron, "come and help me lift our brother down
10      XX| neighbours gladly offer their help. It would be a grievous
11     XXI|      in the glad assurance of help near at hand, "Manasseh!
12     XXI|        If it hits him it will help him along the faster," was
13   XXIII|      ready. But that will not help you to take Toroczko. All
14   XXIII|   Wallachian peasant clothes, help them about their disguise,
15   XXIII|     ran on; no one offered to help him up. They all hate him,
16   XXIII|      You have a gipsy here to help you. And now farewell."~ ~
17   XXIII|    afterward?"~ ~"If you will help me get away from here I'
18   XXIII|  master, and bade the fiddler help him lift the injured rider