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1     VIII|        engrossed in his gloomy revery that he had heard nothing,
2     XIII|     the duke from the profound revery into which he had fallen
3      XXI|   Suddenly he started from his revery.~ ~“A single hope remains,
4     XXII|      she was startled from her revery.~ ~“Listen, Aunt Medea,”
5    XLIII|       Mme. Blanche fell into a revery so deep and so prolonged
6      LII|     arouse him from his gloomy revery, “Martial.”~ ~He did not
7      LIV| decisions may result from this revery?”~ ~They were mistaken.~ ~