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 1       II|     Sairmeuse, my godmother, was dying, and wished to speak with
 2       II|    execute the last will of your dying godmother.’~ ~“I took the
 3       IV| obedience to the command of your dying aunt, and with the money
 4       XV|            Help! help! My son is dying!”~ ~With a bound M. d’Escorval
 5      XVI|          they tell you that I am dying, do not come. This house
 6    XVIII|       moment he felt that he was dying.~ ~But he was ashamed of
 7    XVIII|   fighting, of triumphing, or of dying by your side.”~ ~“Oh! refuse,
 8    XXVII|         will say to him that his dying father commands him to live;
 9      XLI|       said this, and yet she was dying of sorrow and anguish.~ ~
10     XLII|       the heroism of a gladiator dying on the arena, with a smile
11     XLII|        him; he told me so—I am a dying man!”~ ~He fell back upon
12     XLIV|         One, Chanlouineau, after dying for her sake, protected
13     XLVI|          so often granted to the dying. She saw how she had wrought
14     XLVI|   Blanche frantically seized the dying woman’s arm, and endeavored
15   XLVIII|           and the threats of her dying victim, she added:~ ~“I
16   XLVIII|          thought that a woman is dying for his sake.~ ~There is
17        L|          thought of Marie-Anne’s dying threats.~ ~She remembered
18       LI|        to take my choice between dying of fear at Courtornieu and
19      LII|         son; the one to whom the dying poacher had confided his
20     LIII|     confession.~ ~Paler than the dying woman, but implacable, Blanche
21       LV|         safe. You know all. I am dying. Farewell. I loved you.”~ ~