Chapter

 1 1|         has given up the notion of dying already," the glance said
 2 1|           no doubt, my motives for dying. And when I proceed to tell
 3 2|   twenty-six years old, certain of dying unrecognized, and I have
 4 2|            cold meat, kept me from dying of hunger, and my mind in
 5 2|       might speak of my love or of dying for her sake. ~"Was it a
 6 2|          knitting stockings by the dying fire; Pauline was painting
 7 2|           last prayers ascend from dying men on the battlefield.
 8 2|            can take our time about dying.' ~"He held out his hat
 9 2|         honor not to be long about dying, and that my zeal and prowess
10 2| perspicacity. Oh, that I should be dying for her, must still adore
11 2|            carry on the process of dying, I signed bills at short
12 2|             she is a disease; I am dying of Foedora. I want to forget
13 2|           be found in a sick man's dying struggles. And so the revelry
14 2|          at his boon companions. ~"Dying people are frightfully cruel,"
15 3|       Porriquets in the world were dying of hunger, what is that
16 3|          all the ardent faith of a dying man in God and the Virgin.
17 3|           like my father's, who is dying of phthisis. In those sounds
18 3|         disregard of the groans of dying men. ~After spending about
19 3|         expended upon him. Let the dying keep to their bed of neglect,
20 3|        veins like theirs. It was a dying man's fancy. For him the
21 3|         ill-timed festival; like a dying man, he felt unable to endure
22 3|       Pauline! Pauline!" cried the dying man, as he rushed after
23 3|         take her in his arms. ~The dying man sought for words to