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 1      I,     III|   dear little daughter who is dead?"~ ~"Yes - yes," sorrowfully
 2      I,     III|       my little sister who is dead. Come here, Philine, and
 3    III,     III|     mayhap an abortion of the Dead Sea, which had survived
 4    III,     III|   Henry!"~ ~"He will shoot me dead; I know it. But let him,
 5     IV,     III|  becoming lace cap.~ ~"Is she dead?" she asked, lifting an
 6     IV,     III|       face.~ ~"No, she is not dead," replied the count, who
 7     IV,     III|      Laczi.~ ~"No, she is not dead," he repeated; "she has
 8      V,      II|      the vanished soul to the dead human being.~ ~The carriage
 9     VI,     III|    militia law is no longer a dead letter. We shall march,
10     VI,     III|        like the features of a dead man who has been restored
11    VII,     III|       his hand, and as I am a dead shot, you can guess the
12   VIII,       I| pillow of a coffin.~ ~"She is dead!" screamed the horror-stricken
13   VIII,       I|           Yes, madame, she is dead," assented the marquis. "
14   VIII,      II|     at the miniature, "she is dead?"~ ~"Yes - murdered - as
15   VIII,      II|     don't you see that she is dead? Look at these closed eyes,
16   VIII,     III|       Themire!"~ ~"Themire is dead!" solemnly returned the
17     IX,       I|     servant Henry when he lay dead on his bier.~ ~She shuddered,
18     IX,       I|   behind which he will find a dead man. This man was a very
19     IX,     III|     brought down half of them dead and wounded. The uninjured
20     IX,      IV|     from his breast. Near the dead animal lay a metal helmet
21      X,       I|   honor would be shown to his dead body. Poor Laczi! His last