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1     XXII|     erected with such care and labor, was to totter and fall,
2    XXVII|      money and made fertile by labor, are rightfully mine.”~ ~
3    XXVII|     said, calmly; “it would be labor wasted. I have only a word
4      XXX|    friend did not pause in his labor of unwinding the rope, and
5      XXX| spending his time in fruitless labor? Why mar the dignity of
6     XXXI|      become from the excessive labor and excitement of the past
7    XXXIX|       but she knew that it was labor lost; that they would not
8     LIII|        to twenty years of hard labor, and sent to Brest.~ ~But
9       LV|        we should only have our labor for our pains.”~ ~He made