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# "andrew Coffey, Andrew Coffey, It's the Death of You I'll Be."

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"andrew Coffey, Andrew Coffey, It's the Death of You I'll Be." of «Celtic Fairy Tales» by Joseph Jacobs: the whole text, 6 sentences and 132 words. Every sentence has its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself; 1 of them are in the tales treebank and were checked by a teacher model.

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- [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg7885/29/1/) — And with that what did my grandfather see, but Patrick unslinging himself from the spit and his eyes glared and his teeth glistened.
- [2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg7885/29/2/) — It was neither stop nor stay my grandfather made, but out he ran into the night of the wood. — checked by a teacher
- [3](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg7885/29/3/) — It seemed to him there wasn't a stone but was for his stumbling, not a branch but beat his face, not a bramble but tore his skin.
- [4](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg7885/29/4/) — And wherever it was clear the rain pelted down and the cold March wind howled along.
- [5](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg7885/29/5/) — Glad he was to see a light, and a minute after he was kneeling, dazed, drenched, and bedraggled by the hearth side.
- [6](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg7885/29/6/) — The brushwood flamed, and the brushwood crackled, and soon my grandfather began to feel a little warm and dry and easy in his mind.

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