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1 I     |      iron filings. But this was merely a mischievous report; it
2 III   | forgotten my imprudent words. I merely say imprudent, for the great
3 IX    |       overhangs it. The cape is merely a low hill with steep sides,
4 XI    |        or reap his harvest, but merely to gather it in.~This grave,
5 XII   |   resting place that night with merely yes or no, except when he
6 XIV   |       its farthest limits.~Hans merely nodded. There or elsewhere,
7 XXVIII|      its rate of travelling; it merely augments its intensity.