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1     XXII|           her hopes overflowed in incoherent phrases, to which poor Aunt
2     XLII|           marquis had resumed his incoherent narrative.~ ~“Was I dreaming?”
3   XLVIII| glittering with delirium, and her incoherent words and her excited gestures
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