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 1 1  |     he stood like some erring angel that has lost his radiance;
 2 2  |      said, in a voice like an angel's surely, 'All these gentlemen
 3 2  |     hair till the day when an angel of love and kindness . . .
 4 2  |    caressed my hair: ~" 'Poor Angel, how thou hast suffered!' ~"
 5 2  | vaguely define her, like some angel form issuing from a cloud!
 6 2  |        she would have been an angel. I loved her as a man, a
 7 2  |       my eyes. ~" 'You are an angel, Pauline,' I said. 'It is
 8 2  |         In war, is not man an angel of extirpation, a sort of
 9 3  |   played the part of guardian angel to a poor nephew, for whose
10 3  |     be my wife, my protecting angel. My griefs have always been
11 3  |      was not reading, my dear angel; I was looking at you." ~
12 3  |       the matter with you, my angel; you are growing quite white!"
13 3  |     to his for a kiss. ~"Dear angel," she cried, "when I saw
14 3  |    commit no more follies, my angel," she said, trying not to
15 3  |  movement. She looked like an angel fallen from the skies, or
16 3  | nothing in my heart but love. Angel of my life, you have never
17 Epi|      Is she not radiant as an angel? Can you not hear the beating