Part,  Chapter

 1      I,       I|   scantily she was clad.~ ~"You poor child!" compassionately
 2      I,       I|         that you may bring this poor little half-frozen creature
 3     II,      II| nameless gentleman learn of his poor neighbors' needs, when neither
 4     II,      II|       day the county arrested a poor woman, the wife of a notorious
 5     II,      II|       the baroness's cheeks.~ ~"Poor little lad!" she murmured
 6     II,      II|         to Frau Schmidt for the poor little boy. "And tell Frau
 7     II,     III|         learned how kind to the poor your worship is, and offers
 8     II,     III|         in her own neighborhood poor people whom she can assist.
 9    III,      II|         visits the sick and the poor, and because she goes regularly
10    III,      II|      questions - let alone this poor forgotten soldier!"~ ~"There!
11    III,      II|        always send money to the poor children on my birthday.
12    III,     III|        rowed back to the shore. Poor little maid! She declared
13    III,      IV|        task it was to teach the poor lad to speak, and walk upright
14    III,      IV|        is trying to restore the poor lad to his original condition.
15     IV,       I|         gave plenteously to the poor, but through the village
16     IV,       I|        of a robber? At last the poor woman came to me, and begged
17     IV,      II|     upright. How ridiculous the poor thing looks in his red clothes!
18     IV,     III|       arms; "but attend to that poor woman"; and she hastily
19     IV,     III|      rob her mistress,' and the poor woman will be sent back
20     IV,     III|    given shelter and food to my poor little lad is more sacred
21     IV,     III|       the Herr Count rescued my poor little lad from the morass,
22     IV,     III|       the end of the village, a poor woman and her daughter who
23     IV,     III|        bread and gave it to the poor women, who were glad enough
24     IV,     III|        the count's service. The poor women were turned out of
25      V,      II|         the Nameless Castle.~ ~"Poor little fellow!" she murmured,
26      V,     III|        of the sufferings of the poor people who had been driven
27     VI,       I|       to Henry's bedside.~ ~The poor fellow was lying among the
28     VI,       I|         in a tone of alarm; "my poor Henry, you are very ill."~ ~"
29     VI,       I|        in this solitude."~ ~The poor old servant tried to draw
30     VI,       I|    priest. Have mercy - on your poor old servant, Herr Count.
31     VI,       I|        Creator. But what can my poor, ignorant little soul do
32     VI,       I|        we are going to lose our poor old Henry."~ ~"Oh, my God!
33     VI,     III|       can only reply as did the poor little Saros farmer when
34     VI,      VI|         I used often to hear my poor old man talk about the beautiful
35     VI,      VI|        leave the place where my poor Henry died."~ ~"Poor Lisette!
36     VI,      VI|         my poor Henry died."~ ~"Poor Lisette! what a tender heart
37   VIII,     III|        learn what it is to be a poor man."~ ~"I have already
38     IX,     III|      from the saddle before the poor beast fell under him.~ ~
39      X,       I|        till the last. To begin: Poor Satan Laczi was buried yesterday -
40      X,       I|         shown to his dead body. Poor Laczi! His last words were
41      X,      II|   creature in the world than my poor little Marie."~ ~"At all
42      X,     III|       got that horrid influenza poor papa Cambray brought with