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 1        I,  I   |       her; but, confound it! the words won’t rhyme. Plague on it!
 2        I,  III |          the captain murmured:~ “Words, mere words, cannot avail,~
 3        I,  III |          murmured:~ “Words, mere words, cannot avail,~Telling true
 4        I,  III |   inspiration, read out:~ “Empty words cannot convey~All a lover’
 5        I,  III |    inspiration, accompanying his words with dramatic gestures,
 6        I,  V   |         lips were the concluding words of the rondo which had been
 7        I,  V   |      expressed his sensations in words, he would have said that
 8        I,  XIII|        replied Pim, a man of few words.~“And take care that your
 9        I,  XV  |     starting-point, or, in other words, would enable her to complete
10        I,  XV  |           except a few scattered words of English, Latin, and Italian,
11        I,  XXIV|         s heart was too full for words; Count Timascheff could
12       II,  I   |     earth?~The only intelligible words which the astronomer had
13       II,  I   |          of his situation. A few words seemed to escape his lips,
14       II,  I   |         echo of days of old. The words were few, but they were
15       II,  XII |       tone, quite as much as his words, restored confidence to
16       II,  XIV |          not quite correct.”~The words were not uttered before
17       II,  XIX | Mostaganem.” Such were the first words which, after their return
18       II,  XIX |          the colonel, taking the words out of his mouth; “the lady