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 1      VI| Gabriel Zimandy sprang out of bed and dressed himself quickly.
 2     XII|   beat a hasty retreat to her bed and buried herself in the
 3      XV|     mountain by following the bed of the brook. Night must
 4      XV|      clattered down the rocky bed of the now nearly dry mountain
 5      XV|     making our way up the dry bed of the stream to the farther
 6      XV|   they were forced to use the bed of the stream for a road.
 7     XVI|   Manasseh corrected him.~ ~A bed of hay under the bell was
 8    XVII| descending with Blanka to the bed of the stream, led her up
 9   XVIII|       down on the edge of her bed and hid her face in her
10     XIX|      is even now lying in the bed of one of these mountain
11      XX|    and laid him in the bridal bed until his coffin should
12      XX|       down on the edge of the bed and gazed at the dead face.
13  XXVIII|  entreated, as she lay on her bed of pain, "if he should by
14  XXVIII|    room. After putting him to bed and ministering to his wants,