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 1 4 |      understand, my friend? I am dying, and from my bed I can hear
 2 7 |         taken to her bed; she is dying." ~The heart is a strange
 3 9 |        supper; for my part, I am dying of hunger." ~Marguerite
 4 12| sovereign to a poor devil who is dying of hunger without asking
 5 15|       what would you have? I was dying of ennui, and if one is
 6 26|        by which you drove away a dying woman, who could not resist
 7 26|      oneself when one is so near dying already? ~I became a body
 8 26|        be aware that there was a dying woman in the bed that fortunately
 9 26|         misery the poor thing is dying. Yesterday we had absolutely
10 26|      things; it is the whim of a dying woman.? ~Then she embraced
11 26|       that God was coming to the dying one. ~They went all three
12 26|        hands and forehead of the dying woman, repeated a short
13 26|       will have pity on her who, dying young and beautiful, has