Book, Chapter

 1  Int,   4|      The pamphlet war did not die out until Bleau, in 1670-
 2    2,  49|    father had the bad luck to die. He could blow in four hundred
 3    2,  52|    she would answer, 'I would die.'"~
 4    2,  62|     hope I never get rich and die decently so that the people
 5    2,  76|      we know we've all got to die. I'd rather see you all
 6    2,  78|   aside: 'don't let your line die out!' And here I've stuck
 7    3,  83|  Farewell all mortal woes, to die were sweet~But my self-congratulation
 8    3,  84|       ought, to be the one to die, I broke the sacred pledge
 9    3,  98|      that you can contrive to die before I do, you're wrong!
10    4, 112|       amidst these waves? Why die before our time?~Strive
11    4, 115|   What good will it do you to die of hunger?' she asked, '
12    4, 116|      a place for one about to die, let that fatal vault serve
13    6     | Seneca; Mallonia preferred to die in torments rather than