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quadgram frequency
tom of the footpath24
i did not know7
to tom of the7
my brothers and sisters7
should have liked to6
the door of the6
i should have liked6
at the same time6
on the other hand6
the story of the5
to go to sleep5
for the first time5
for a long time5
it seemed to me5
in front of the5
did not want to4
the other side of4
the light of the4
i went into the4
seemed to me as4
in the dead of4
once in a way4
the middle of the4
i do not know4
the soughing of the4
sacred wound of thy4
to me as if4
in the midst of4
the corpus christi altar4
most sacred wound of4
an our father for4
that tom of the4
by the most sacred4
the most sacred wound4
in the middle of4
i did not want4
my father and mother4
by the hand and4
down on the bench4
on the other side4
sat down on a4
one after the other4
my brother and sisters4
soughing of the wind4
sat down on the4
looked up at the3
it occurred to me3
in the open air3
by means of which3
it was no longer3
and now and again3
me by the hand3
the forest on the3
up and down the3
we went into the3
and i did not3
cottage in the wood3
said an our father3
the black forest clock3
a bit of bread3
in the light of3
from the forest farm3
thought i to myself3
to go to the3
the midst of the3
did not know what3
that we have no3
and invited me to3
if you want to3
other side of the3
there was no more3
the cottage in the3
who went to prison3
there was once a3
his wife and his3
we were in the3
as we went along3
and i put them3
on the sour meadow3
went to and fro3
as long as i3
his hand and said3
children of the world3
the head of the3
to go into the3
i put them in3
wife and his child3
in the forest on3
on either side of3
my father said to3
the life of the3
the house on the3
do not know if3
i thought to myself3
the mountains to the3
went out to the3
in front of him3
into the kitchen to3
my mother used to3
in honour of the3
the son of the3
he went into the3
but i did not3
for the sake of3
always used to say3
the sound of the3
three hundred and sixty3
and looked up at3
the edge of the3
a thousand and a3
so he must have2
from year to year2
as if they were2
read and to write2
a piece of meat2
and it seemed to2
look at the bier2
the wind in the2
came into the world2
into the next room2
and when i went2
honour of our lady2
go to sleep now2
from the christian faith2
be able to look2
i know all about2
sleep in the little2
was nothing to be2
one of the most2
all this long way2
did not take a2
of the house to2
to do with the2
at the same moment2
nights and a night2
for a few weeks2
and now it was2
the stag on the2
which i knew so2
that they were all2
and lily does not2
thought to myself that2
the dew of a2
shall be allowed to2
must have been some2
the world in the2
i knew so well2
you a thousand and2
brought the news that2
that loaf of bread2
into the wood and2
looked upon as a2
it too much to2
the krieglach town council2
be good enough to2
came to a halt2
the old man was2
trees shall stay where2
the hands of the2
i gave god my2
the tone of the2
to pick a quarrel2
said the old man2
in the wood and2
on his way to2
the day of judgment2
house was burned down2
stay where they are2
what do you say2
was read and the2
which i had never2
at the parish church2
go to tom of2
i should be sorry2
it was now high2
out of the book2
a last will and2
by maude egerton king2
we went along the2
when one of them2
i lay in the2
there was nothing to2
for the second time2
that i did not2
when i was still2
my father and i2
he is sure to2
at last to the2
you shall not sell2
in honour of our2
with me as far2
for ever so long2
to creep under the2
the graz daily post2
to come to him2
me as far as2
heard tell that the2
in the name of2
father said to me2
i said to myself2
one of them said2
we went on together2
gospel was read and2
the way of all2
and now and then2
been so fond of2
over the mountains to2
say an our father2
wound of thy right2
wall of the stove2
when my father sat2
moon stood in the2
you take on about2
evening of the same2
of a primitive life2
made up my mind2
to forget what they2
the two who had2
beasts of the forest2
over the heath and2
wind in the forest2
one ought not to2
the rest of his2
and in the kitchen2
bier in the passage2
to his wife and2
the dead of night2
they chewed the cud2
which i did not2
was so dark that2
so that he could2
bear to hear it2
the stone that killed2
she said to me2
long as i live2
god my sunday jacket2
with the milk which2
it must be so2
was with my father2
when all is said2
a time one did2
in a voice of2
down in the valley2
and quite right too2
bells begin to ring2
father sat at his2
covered the window with2
him in the face2
a biographical note by2
every nook and corner2
four nights and a2
of nothing but the2
came to see us2
in spite of the2
the little kid was2
the cross has a2
after that he tried2
creep under the table2
through the door and2
drew a deep breath2
not know how to2
in the towers kept2
last will and testament2
how the white kid2
my mother did not2
if i had to2
through the thicket at2
the poison of the2
it was not a2
the snow and the2
he said in a2
he was a good2
of the blessed virgin2
the lights on the2
the time for gossip2
of the world in2
my mother always used2
be lying in the2
did not know where2
where tom of the2
part of the country2
she went to the2
a last look at2
out into the open2
bells in the towers2
from house to house2
fire on the hearth2
were seated in the2
to go about with2
house and farm were2
he came to the2
the birds of the2
the houses in the2
have something to tell2
the sacristan went round2
quite alone in the2
out into the kitchen2
that i had come2
so as not to2
and he went on2
soon after that the2
and the little ones2
at the end of2
the milk which she2
in the passage and2
with it to the2
the bells begin to2
poison of the world2
was all in vain2
and through the forest2
went into the parlour2
news that tom of2
so that i was2
at home we ate2
down on a bench2
wanted to speak to2
took a last look2
man squatting on a2
at that time a2
and that i had2
as far as the2
in the woods and2
it was all in2
would that suit you2
but the red one2
the little that i2
to think that you2
you would like to2
that i could not2
me back into the2
to me in the2
they knew how to2
he would not have2
her life was so2
i got up to2
was now high time2
give it to the2
set me on the2
my mother went about2
gave god my sunday2
had come back from2
for the end of2
at the back of2
wake the children up2
on the corpus christi2
sign of the cross2
i got back to2
and he came home2
was not allowed to2
to have been a2
how i gave god2
in the course of2
and now he was2
and now you want2
it was all up2
stone that killed the2
for the most part2
the news that tom2
carried me into the2
i should have thought2
i ought not to2
it up in the2
the rest of them2
in such a way2
the woods and the2
when the te deum2
passed through the forest2
it was high time2
i asked him why2
sat at his shaving2
world in the forest2
and that i could2
and the old woman2
in the kitchen the2
no longer able to2
never be able to2
stood in the sky2
that we had to2
the shape of the2
had come to the2
to the house with2
i could not help2
and she went to2
house in the forest2
at that time i2
in a series of2
the man who had2
with a sprig of2
right up into heaven2
to look at the2
for a while and2
how i came to2
a little way off2
we came to a2
i was going to2
on the day of2
know what he was2
me as if i2
asked her for a2
either side of the2
so that we can2
through the forest and2
as a bad omen2
spoonful of soup for2
no sin in itself2
for the rest of2
father for his soul2
house that was burning2
honour of the blessed2
did not care much2
but he did not2
on a stone and2
is sitting on the2
heaved a deep sigh2
high mass in the2
one of them is2
not one of them2
killed the little kid2
the ten of clubs2
and what was the2
the th of march2
in the heart of2
over hill and dale2
progress up and down2
took me by the2
through the bushes and2
and brought their well2
the editor of the2
in the old days2
did not know how2
did my best to2
we came to the2
by the arm and2
came and brought their2
the table and the2
here and there a2
in through the window2
know all about it2
set it on the2
it out of my2
of the hearth and2
out of the window2
in the matter of2
i stood still and2
the goats bleated their2
home we ate the2
should be sorry to2
dark corner of the2
went into the kitchen2
is the matter with2
berthold has turned poacher2
stag on the wall2
the farmer at vorderalpel2
i was obliged to2
wiped the sweat from2
there must have been2
take on about it2
i had never yet2
shall stay where they2
on the th of2
in the dew of2
to warm myself a2
brothers and sisters in2
house on the heath2
dew of a primitive2
i was not allowed2
did not see the2
many a time one2
in his hands and2
the rasping of the2
our father for his2
the inhabitants of the2
when she had done2
mother always used to2
bound up with the2
i was at once2
was high time for2
and there we sat2
of the wind in2
the white kid died2
was to be seen2
he did not see2
i was ready to2
on the evening of2
out of the house2
we sat down on2
i want to know2
right down to the2
out through the window2
that there was no2
that he did not2
that it would be2
and tom of the2
rasping of the saw2
for a bit of2
at that time he2
my father in the2
what did he say2
the old woman had2
in front of us2
up to the little2
of the cross on2
of the young ones2
to the parish church2
to stay at home2
a little while and2
last look at the2
for good and all2
i thought i was2
of the footpath had2
upon as a bad2
in the early days2
he had been a2
the beasts of the2
come at last to2
had thought to himself2
we walked through the2
back again into the2
children to go to2
could not leave the2
by the light of2
as good as the2
such a way that2
so long as i2
poet of the people2
to the knierutscher woman2
but my father was2
as though i were2
piece of meat for2
saints in the church2
to right and left2
as in a dream2
on christmas eve the2
she covered the window2
down for a while2
father did not seem2
of the forest farm2
of the little church2
as they chewed the2
the song of the2
when i stood by2
my father sat at2
take the place of2
was no longer the2
it was already dusk2
the dead of winter2
together for a while2
that it was my2
i began to cry2
away from the christian2
get up and go2
when i wanted to2
and set it on2
what is the matter2
the fire on the2
the two bloody knees2
thousand and a thousandfold2
up at the sun2
in every nook and2
the evening of the2
at the time of2
got back to the2
bear to think of2
that they must not2
kickel went into the2
jumping up and down2
but there was no2
i had lost the2
that killed the little2
woman from the riegelberg2
came up to me2
not play for money2
of the footpath lived2
life on the land2
little house in the2
on the bench and2
you know how the2
about in the forest2
to earn his bread2
what do you want2
down through the forest2
and i had always2
way of all flesh2
the top of the2
i made up my2
into the inner room2
the saints in the2
he had put the2
come to me in2
late in the evening2
of meat for the2
have to come to2
and there in the2
on so far that2
his horse and cart2
back into the house2
there in the wilderness2
under my arm and2
take it too much2
through a dark wood2
two knees with blood2
it had to be2
it does no good2
did not seem to2
a handful of embers2
the door opened and2
man and did my2
never gave up hope2
on the high altar2
and the sound of2
how would that suit2
they let him out2
to be allowed to2
in the shape of2
now high time to2
not care much for2
to think of that2
with a white cloth2
be to god that2
on the door of2
out into the snow2
going for a soldier2
forget what they have2
and looked at us2
my father did not2
and the love of2
of the ten of2
have a look at2
i have something to2
as though she had2
and i had to2
so much as a2
to go to tom2
rest of his life2
as he did not2
wound of thy left2
back again and had2
she said no more2
what the woodman said2
of life on the2
to read and to2
i came to the2
the very next day2
a whole row of2
so far that he2
but they were all2
from peasant to craftsman2
in the straw and2
of the same day2
what should i do2
and i fell asleep2
the coffin on the2
from my very heart2
i went to and2
but it was not2
biographical note by dr2
lily in the snow2
edge of the field2
too much to heart2
the sign of the2
my little bare feet2
made the sign of2
the moon and the2
the bier in the2
you want to see2
and the words came2
it would be a2
came to the plough2
know what it means2