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 1 1 |        his portrait at a dash. Imagine to yourself a Don Quixote
 2 12|      die in France, if I could imagine that your love for me was
 3 25|           Monsieur Porthos may imagine you belong to the house,
 4 29|    responded Porthos, "you may imagine, with the physique with
 5 30|       I do not know why, but I imagine that this woman, wholly
 6 35|       greater service than you imagine." ~"This woman is full of
 7 39|        You cannot for a moment imagine, d'Artagnan, that I would
 8 50|        been placed upon you, I imagine." ~And the baron pointed,
 9 50|   victim; it was impossible to imagine a more submissive or a more
10 51|        the dyke or the sea, to imagine wild plans, and to execute
11 56| solemnity full of melancholy, "imagine that your sister, the daughter
12 62|    indeed a privileged man!" ~"Imagine my astonishment," continued