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 1       IX|      gesture that he could not help feeling there was no hope.~ ~“
 2        X|    excited him.~ ~He could not help reviewing them, although
 3       XI|      After that, how could she help blessing the violence which
 4      XII|      moment? How could the boy help being crazy about her?~ ~
 5       XV|       staircase, she cried:~ ~“Help! help! My son is dying!”~ ~
 6       XV| staircase, she cried:~ ~“Help! help! My son is dying!”~ ~With
 7    XXIII|         crying, as he fell:~ ~“Help! friends, help!”~ ~But no
 8    XXIII|        fell:~ ~“Help! friends, help!”~ ~But no one responded
 9      XLI|      her marriage.~ ~“He would help me if I called upon him
10     XLVI|    ringing voice she cried:~ ~“Help! help!”~ ~Eleven o’clock
11     XLVI|      voice she cried:~ ~“Help! help!”~ ~Eleven o’clock was sounding;
12   XLVIII|       staircase, she could not help saying to herself:~ ~“Martial’
13     LIII| eighteen years old, and such a help to his poor mother—had discovered
14       LV|      his enemies, he could not help admiring the astonishing