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 1 4 |  opened it. "Euphrosyne!" he cried, and, seizing one of his
 2 4 |        My son is pacha!" she cried in the delirium of joy. "
 3 4 |      wretch banishes me," he cried, pointing out Ali, who was
 4 5 |    building, "Slay them!" he cried in a voice of thunder. ~
 5 5 |    To you, brave Latins," he cried, "I will now entrust the
 6 5 |  then grew pale, and rising, cried with terror: ~"Alas! my
 7 6 | Macrys. ~"But Parga, Parga!" cried Ali. ~"May Allah grant the
 8 9 |   Halt! ye daring ones," she cried; "neither my life nor my
 9 9 |   indeed of the same blood!" cried Ali with pride, when he
10 10|     Ali Pacha is yet alive! "cried the old Homeric hero of
11 11|      is it you bring me?" he cried to Hassan in a voice of
12 11|     to finish. "My head," he cried with fury, "will not be
13 11|    on the sofa. "Hasten," he cried to one of his officers, "
14 11|     a pistol-shot. "Wretch!" cried Mouktar, roaring like a