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 1 I      |      globe, many of them grown old and worn out in the service
 2 I      |          growled an apoplectic old admiral.~“Suppose that there
 3 I      |          Excelsior!”~The gouty old admiral who had been finding
 4 I      |     alphabetical order, a good old English way of doing the
 5 III    |     let us not forget our good old English proverb: ‘The man
 6 IX     |         was Joe’s answer. “No! old fellow, not in the moon.
 7 IX     |       splendid planets that my old man so often talks about.
 8 IX     |       Why, your master must be Old Nick himself.”~“Oh! no,
 9 IX     |       your mammy yet, and that old chap yonder, who looks about
10 XI     |       for the Queen! Huzza for Old England!”~At this moment
11 XIII   |        to retire to when I get old!”~About ten o’clock in the
12 XV     |        to the exclusion of the old man’s legitimate children.
13 XVI    |     this Sultan of Kazeh?”~“An old half-dead sot,” replied
14 XVI    |        new continent will grow old; its virgin forests will
15 XVII   |     the car.~“Get up—go ahead, old fellow!” shouted Joe, with
16 XVII   |      declared to be exquisite. Old England was toasted, as
17 XXII   |   marks. The doctor, taking an old handkerchief, quickly prepared
18 XXXIII |      off with him again on our old route.”~“At the moment of
19 XXXIII |       sacrifice nearly all the old lot.”~“Very good, doctor,
20 XXXV   |      of drum, and a clatter of old iron, which were very sweet,
21 XXXVIII| Victoria is not so good as the old one. Whether it be that
22 XLIV   |        anxiety of his faithful old housekeeper.~The doctor