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 1        I,  I   |      that, during this fete, a sort of cloud had appeared to
 2        I,  IV  |     had little relish for that sort of joke.~“Well, if you tear
 3        I,  IV  |     prettiness. From beneath a sort of kerchief which she wore
 4        I,  VII |  Armenians in long robes and a sort of miter on their heads;
 5        I,  IX  |       his roubles.~But to what sort of a vehicle should he harness
 6        I,  IX  |    were not accustomed to this sort of thing. The leader, rather
 7        I,  IX  |     was accustomed both to the sort of vehicle and the mode
 8        I,  XVI |        and ascertain with what sort of people he had to do.~
 9        I,  XVII|     his rival looked on with a sort of stupefaction.~“Good,”
10       II,  I   |     hundreds of “kalenders,” a sort of religious mendicants,
11       II,  I   |      recognized, he felt, by a sort of instinct, that this was
12       II,  II  |   plainly dressed; but, from a sort of impudent bravado, he
13       II,  II  |       was not to leave it. The sort of antipathy which formerly
14       II,  II  |       grand-daughter—imposed a sort of respect.~After being
15       II,  V   |       sounds of the “daires”—a sort of tambourine played with
16       II,  VI  |   morsels of “tchornekhleb,” a sort of barley bread, and a little
17       II,  VI  |         Michael asked him what sort of weather it was.~“Fine
18       II,  VII |      day said something of the sort to him. “I have sworn to
19       II,  VII | Michael.~“I see nothing of the sort,” answered Nicholas.~“Look
20       II,  VIII|        courage? Nothing of the sort, however; his lips muttered
21       II,  X   |     night. Nadia remained in a sort of stupor, and Michael watched
22       II,  XIV |     could not, see—exercised a sort of dreadful fascination
23       II,  XV  |    replied Nadia, “none of any sort whatever.”~“Then, nothing