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1      XVI|      terrible vengeance are you dreaming?”~ ~“I swear to you——”~ ~“
2    XVIII|         the voice of hatred, is dreaming of a terrible revenge. Who
3   XXVIII|        whether she was awake or dreaming.~ ~“My brother,” she murmured, “
4      XXX|         himself that he was not dreaming. Evidently this rope was
5      XXX|      cannot be awake; I must be dreaming,” he thought.~ ~The new-comer
6      XXX| Escorval understood. He was not dreaming; it was the Marquis de Courtornieu
7     XLII|  incoherent narrative.~ ~“Was I dreaming?” he continued. “No, it
8        L|     would reassure her.~ ~“I am dreaming!” she said. “Do the dead