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 1 1|      neither wholly alive nor dead, like the curious objects
 2 1|    takes an animal shape, the dead come to life, the history
 3 1|   speck. Then we remain as if dead, completely torn away from
 4 1|      side, as if to say, "The dead will none of thee as yet." ~
 5 1|    songs that might rouse the dead, and kisses without end;
 6 1|      Raphael, "but when he is dead drunk, we shall have had
 7 1|        And the cure was found dead in his bed in the morning. . . ." ~"
 8 1|      in a people brought to a dead level by education." ~"For
 9 1|   coloring was set off by the dead white of her complexion.
10 1|    life into the bones of the dead; and therefore Emile was
11 1|      about with the rustle of dead leaves. Rags or the daintiest
12 1|   life of pleasure, with your dead hidden in your heart. . . ." ~
13 2|       or as the portrait of a dead mistress; she was at once
14 2|   heavy, but subdued with its dead gold hues. It had all the
15 2| enemies, you fling every one, dead or alive, in their teeth.
16 2|    millions for one of you." (Dead silence.) "Monsieur," he
17 2|     to wish that you all were dead," Valentin made answer,
18 3|      instinct of property was dead within him already. Like
19 3|      flat, all of you; we are dead men!" thundered Spieghalter,
20 3|        was perfectly well was dead, and recognize with Cameristus
21 3|  before the powder!" ~"I am a dead man," he muttered, by way
22 3|       their own species lying dead, and flee away. The dislike
23 3|    saw a sort of barricade of dead thorn-bushes, meant no doubt
24 3|       afraid I shall find him dead in his bed some morning.
25 3|    and tried to tear away the dead body from the grasp of the