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 1 1|   carry one more puzzle to his grave, and hastily turned the
 2 2| mourner at his graveside - the grave of my father and my earliest
 3 2|        be buried in a pauper's grave. He talked of charlatanism.
 4 2|       Foedora saw me, and grew grave: I annoyed her. I went to
 5 2|       her stretched beyond his grave, that she would never allow
 6 2|       the brink of my father's grave. I looked upon this as an
 7 3|      unconcealed distress, and grave compassion in Horace Bianchon'
 8 3|        and to love, it gives a grave and meditative cast, deepening
 9 3|     quite bad enough to dig my grave every morning; you might
10 3|     evenings at least " ~"Your grave, sir! I dig your grave! -
11 3|    Your grave, sir! I dig your grave! - and where may your grave
12 3|    grave! - and where may your grave be? I want to see you as
13 3|  father there, and not in your grave by any manner of means.
14 3|       any manner of means. The grave! that comes soon enough
15 3|      enough for us all; in the grave " ~"That is enough," said