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 1 XIII  |      like ghosts ourselves, and despair would be seizing on our
 2 XXIII |          The Beginning of Joe’s Despair.~A magnificent night overspread
 3 XXIV  |       Kennedy, “but we must not despair. We have three days left,
 4 XXIV  |      doctor, I’m not the man to despair; no one was less ignorant
 5 XXVI  |     drive one mad!”~“Let us not despair,” responded the doctor. “
 6 XXVII |       Drops of Water.—Nights of Despair.—An Attempt at Suicide.—
 7 XXVII |       Must we, then, give up to despair?” he exclaimed, in agony.~
 8 XXVII |       you be called the land of despair!”~At length he sank down
 9 XXVII |          with the bitterness of despair. “So much the better—we
10 XXXII |    sportsman, with a gesture of despair.~“Lost to save us!” responded
11 XXXIV |      groans; cries and howls of despair were heard issuing from
12 XXXV  | struggle with all the energy of despair, feeling himself the while
13 XXXV  |      him a strength superior to despair.~However, he began now to
14 XXXVI |    Kennedy had uttered a cry of despair as he saw Joe fling himself
15 XXXVII|       had uttered a last cry of despair.~“I thought I was gone,”
16 XLIII |       not restrain a gesture of despair.~But Dr. Ferguson, with