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1     XVII|     all her efforts had been fruitless. It had even seemed to her
2    XXIII| irritate his son.~ ~It was a fruitless effort. Martial knew very
3      XXX|      of spending his time in fruitless labor? Why mar the dignity
4       XL|    going to bed.~ ~After his fruitless search for his son he returned
5     XLIX|   went by, and the quest was fruitless. Maurice was deeply discouraged.~ ~“
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