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1  1,1|       not find at his side some miserable tool, in whose ear he has
2  5,2|         just enough to make him miserable. ~Consequently, and to indulge
3  5,3|         taken up his abode in a miserable garret. ~Boxtel, then, was
4  6,1|      chalice. How often had the miserable, jealous man to observe
5 25,1| threatened him, knocked all the miserable furniture of his cell about,
6 28,2|        worst soup, and the most miserable rations one can imagine.
7 32,2|        the other a prisoner and miserable; the one going to mount
8 33,1|   flower, the more wretched and miserable he felt. He looked all around