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 1 I   |             of the city of Hamburg.~Martha must have concluded that
 2 I   |    Liedenbrock so soon!” cried poor Martha in great alarm, half opening
 3 I   |             dining-room door.~“Yes, Martha; but very likely the dinner
 4 I   |            you argue with him.”~And Martha retreated in safety into
 5 I   |           Virlandaise of seventeen, Martha, and myself. As his nephew
 6 II  |         moment our good housekeeper Martha opened the study door, saying:~“
 7 II  |           boil away to nothing, and Martha took to her heels for safety.
 8 II  |           known such a thing,” said Martha. “M. Liedenbrock is not
 9 IV  |      SUBMISSION~“He is gone!” cried Martha, running out of her kitchen
10 IV  |            have any.”~“What?” cried Martha, with clasped hands.~“No,
11 IV  |         clasped hands.~“No, my dear Martha, he will eat no more. No
12 V   |           noticed nothing, not even Martha half opening the door; he
13 V   |          supper to-night?”~And poor Martha had to go away unanswered.
14 V   |          hours after.~When our good Martha wanted to go to Market,
15 V   |        rather too far! What! should Martha and I be victims of a position
16 V   |             by the pangs of hunger. Martha took it very seriously,
17 V   |           to stimulate me severely. Martha had, without thinking any
18 VI  |            Explanations were given, Martha was set at liberty, ran
19 VII |          bed as was his custom, and Martha giving her last touches
20 VII | electricians kept coming and going. Martha was distracted.~“Is master
21 VII |           my place in the carriage. Martha and the young girl, standing
22 XLII|             Gräuben, that kind soul Martha, flitted like visions before
23 XLV |             you the astonishment of Martha or the joy of Gräuben.~“
24 XLV |    Professor Liedenbrock? Thanks to Martha’s ineradicable tattling,