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 1 III  |     Daily Telegraph.~“Merciful Heaven!” he exclaimed, “the lunatic!
 2 XV   |     years, implored the aid of heaven, and he invited the son
 3 XVI  |       o’clock at night.~“Thank Heaven, all danger is past; all
 4 XIX  |        may we have the help of Heaven!”~At ten o’clock at night,
 5 XX   |  flight is as rapid as ours.”~“Heaven preserve us from their attacks!”
 6 XXII |   still sleeping patient.~“May Heaven spare the life of our new
 7 XXII |       of the Lazarist mission. Heaven sent you to me—Heaven be
 8 XXII | mission. Heaven sent you to me—Heaven be praised! The sacrifice
 9 XXII |        I do not ask so much of Heaven,” said the priest, with
10 XXIII|      excuse, to pardon them!”~“Heaven has given him a lovely night,
11 XXIII|   radiance; on the way to that heaven toward which he uplifted
12 XXVI |        in the barometer.”~“May Heaven hearken to you, Samuel!
13 XXVI |    later. In the mean time, if Heaven sends you a good wind, you
14 XXXII| Fourteen, exactly!” said Joe.~“Heaven grant that they may be of
15 XXXIV|   clear across Sahara? Surely, Heaven is indeed against us!”~He
16 XXXIV|         replied the Scot, “but Heaven grant that we may not be
17 XLIX |       A Decaying City.—Whither Heaven wills.~During this dull
18 XLIX |        now,” said the doctor, “Heaven may waft us whither it pleases!”~“
19 XLII |       six we’ll start; and may Heaven have us in its keeping for
20 XLIII|     and grated on each other.~“Heaven abandons us!” said Kennedy; “