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 1       X|        Blanka was now like a boy who fears to stay at home
 2       X|    Aha! you are my long-lost boy.' Or, again: 'Who gave you
 3    XXII|    held a little fair-haired boy, covering the child with
 4    XXII|    other, setting the little boy on his knee and trotting
 5    XXII|    this little flaxen-haired boy from the murderers' hands
 6    XXII|       and because the little boy cried for his lost[263]
 7    XXII| would now gladly restore the boy's parents to him if he could.
 8    XXII| tongue strange to the little boy, who consequently understood
 9   XXIII|     Even the twelve-year-old boy cried if he was not allowed
10   XXVII|  flag.~ ~"Who is that pretty boy?" Manasseh asked his wife.~ ~
11  XXVIII|      you wish of me, my poor boy?" she murmured softly in