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1  4,1|  whom he at once loved and hated from the depths of degradation,
2  6,2|    she loved or feared, or hated - rose like spectres before
3  7,3| some one might come in. He hated the very idea of ridicule.
4 13,1|  were identical, that they hated the same men with equal
5 18,5|   you what they contain. I hated my husband; I loved the
6 18,5|   you here, that I was the hated and unnatural mother who