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quadgram frequency
for the first time41
glimpses of unfamiliar japan34
by guy de maupassant32
on the subject of30
at the same time28
at the foot of27
one of the most27
out of the east27
the sound of the26
for the sake of25
the face of the24
i do not know23
on the other hand23
the french west indies23
the time of the22
two years in the22
the soul of the22
years in the french21
in spite of the21
the festival of the21
in the french west21
of the milky way20
the edge of the20
the life and letters20
and there is a19
seems to have been19
the name of the19
at the end of19
the foot of the19
life and letters of19
the romance of the18
in the west indies18
on either side of18
the shadow of the18
romance of the milky18
an attempt at interpretation18
the end of the18
letters of lafcadio hearn18
in front of the18
the life of the17
in the course of17
in the time of17
the top of the17
the verge of the17
it is said that17
the greater part of17
is one of the17
and letters of lafcadio17
the rest of the16
the voice of the16
the manner in which16
the head of the16
to be found in16
in the midst of15
of the far east15
in the middle of15
festival of the dead15
the form of a15
the names of the14
in the united states14
the goddess of the14
as a general rule14
in the land of14
in a letter to14
the heart of the14
a review of the14
it is more than14
at the time of13
in the imperial university13
in the matter of13
i do not think13
to be able to13
in the centre of13
goddess of the sun13
in the way of13
the other side of13
boston and new york13
the faces of the13
province of the gods13
would seem to have13
the middle of the13
either side of the13
other side of the13
for the most part12
the great deity of12
the shrine of the12
the jardin des plantes12
in one of his12
to do with the12
is said to be12
the province of the12
a review of japan12
during the course of12
as well as the12
it seems to me12
seem to have been12
it seemed to me11
it is true that11
from time to time11
that he could not11
the feet of the11
of the goddess of11
the beginning of the11
in the presence of11
it would have been11
on the part of11
there is also a11
the coming of the11
to right and left11
to left and right11
there can be no11
the place of the11
of the festival of11
for the purpose of11
the story of the11
the sake of the11
and it is not11
in the far east11
the face of a11
the shape of a11
in the shape of10
the rim of the10
which is in the10
of gleanings in buddha10
the memory of the10
the body of a10
but i do not10
the roofs of the10
to look at the10
the subject of the10
i am going to10
to the memory of10
the sight of the10
there is not a10
greater part of the10
but it is a10
the head of a10
the owner of the10
you do not know10
it is impossible to10
the origin of the10
the legend of the10
in one of the10
in the province of10
it is difficult to10
the form of the10
a part of the9
of the seventh month9
is said to have9
there are no more9
said to have been9
one hundred and fifty9
the use of the9
the eyes of the9
for the use of9
to the fact that9
of the life and9
the staff of the9
the farther end of9
the mouth of the9
a review of gleanings9
the size of the9
i would like to9
review of gleanings in9
and there are many9
the bottom of the9
under the title of9
the charm of the9
have been able to9
the work of the9
the morning of the9
years of his life9
the murmur of the9
day of the seventh9
of a myriad souls9
on the staff of9
the summit of the9
the house of the9
the history of the9
the street of the9
it is well to9
in the shadow of9
the imperial university of9
in the house of9
was one of the9
of the normal school9
farther end of the8
for the last time8
to the west indies8
it is in the8
the temple of the8
at the feet of8
in the direction of8
the voices of the8
morne de la croix8
towards the end of8
a certain number of8
the great temple of8
a great deal of8
on the morning of8
the folds of the8
the period of the8
letters from the raven8
the neighbourhood of the8
the secret of the8
under the shadow of8
the light of the8
in the village of8
the clapping of hands8
he was able to8
for a little while8
as that of a8
under the influence of8
in the heart of8
it may not be8
in spite of his8
for the rest of8
the side of the8
than that of the8
of a beautiful woman8
in spite of all8
of one of the8
in the case of8
in consequence of the8
revue des deux mondes8
on the summit of8
the beauty of the8
at the farther end8
a certain amount of8
as if they were8
of glimpses of unfamiliar8
the morne de la8
to me that i8
the course of his8
the left of the8
to go to the8
a review of kokoro8
lady of a myriad8
to return to the8
in the streets of8
the land of the8
on english literature in7
on the other side7
in the form of7
the leaves of the7
at the bottom of7
side of the island7
is that of a7
other parts of japan7
of the west indies7
the appearance of a7
by the fact that7
i cannot tell you7
to the left of7
in the habit of7
midsummer trip to the7
it is easy to7
the sound of a7
there is no sky7
as soon as the7
the spirit of the7
but it is not7
there was not a7
so far as the7
a quarter of a7
two hundred and fifty7
and there is no7
in the creole of7
the gate of the7
the door of the7
leaves from strange literature7
that is to say7
on the evening of7
over and over again7
member of the family7
for a long time7
literature in the imperial7
the end of his7
the knowledge of the7
lecturer on english literature7
and the sound of7
i was able to7
out of the question7
of the most beautiful7
and i do not7
quarter of the fort7
in the neighbourhood of7
the entrance of the7
through the medium of7
in the city of7
to the top of7
not be able to7
the centre of the7
as well as a7
of the province of7
a member of the7
the goddess of mercy7
manner in which he7
in the attitude of7
the lady of a7
it is believed that7
letter to his sister7
in other parts of7
like the sound of7
after his arrival in7
in the history of7
the students of the7
english literature in the7
the foot of a7
is well to remember7
as that of the7
is to be found7
there is nothing in7
review of the life7
great deity of kitzuki7
their way to the7
the lights of the7
of the great temple7
as if they had7
in consequence of his7
the water of the6
to the verge of6
is supposed to have6
the heart of a6
the art of the6
he was wont to6
trip to the tropics6
the power of the6
of the nineteenth century6
of the antique world6
the image of a6
his wife tells us6
in a country where6
by the light of6
of the romance of6
stray leaves from strange6
and there are no6
hundred and fifty years6
by the power of6
of the new orleans6
as if i were6
a review of shadowings6
will not be able6
at the head of6
in the light of6
the effect of the6
a midsummer trip to6
is the shrine of6
up and down the6
course of his life6
of the common people6
the twilight of the6
the rising of the6
and it is a6
at the top of6
to the temple of6
at the age of6
a letter to his6
it is supposed to6
review of the romance6
in the reign of6
may be able to6
of the people of6
the dream of a6
is a sort of6
at the beginning of6
like that of the6
be found in the6
in the name of6
different from that of6
more than two hundred6
of the new year6
tam ni pou tam6
know what to do6
to the place of6
seemed to me that6
to that of the6
the heat of the6
i should like to6
but this is not6
those who have never6
the worship of the6
she was of the6
and all at once6
a few of the6
the interior of the6
the souls of the6
to have been a6
of the inland sea6
one of his own6
for the souls of6
of the manner in6
the midst of the6
the majority of the6
the sign of the6
that it was a6
in the same way6
the shape of the6
in a little while6
the smile of the6
of the spirit of6
it is necessary to6
the bulk of the6
in the dead of6
the end of a6
the name of a6
is by no means6
the speech of the6
in front of him6
the hand of the6
the cave of the6
the eyes of a6
the green of the6
in regard to the6
the new orleans period6
the whole of the6
it is not a6
it was one of6
to the soul of6
into the body of6
the land of izumo6
the humming of the6
if he had been6
ni pou tam ni6
the tale of the6
the birth of his6
village of morne rouge6
bed of the river6
it seems as if6
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two hundred years ago5
thousands of miles away5
the people of oki5
this part of the5
i am not sure5
as i looked at5
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that he did not5
during the period of5
there is always a5
that it is not5
to a great extent5
so far as i5
do not know what5
of the open ports5
up from the sea5
the long white bridge5
there is only one5
of the japanese woman5
he seems to have5
of the times democrat5
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little more than a5
the city of st5
be able to get5
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the idea of a5
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that he had been5
so as to form5
soul of the far5
gleanings in buddha fields5
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the touch of the5
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the condition of the5
the charm of a5
that i have been5
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of the good law5
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more than a hundred5
to take care of5
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i am looking at5
is not difficult to5
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the temple of yaegaki5
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the fact that the5
the evening of the5
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the ghost of a5
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the body of the5
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the colour of the5
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the thought of the5
the market of the5
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the new orleans exposition5
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the soul of his5
to do with his5
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am not able to5
i think it is5
the son of heaven5
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the wisdom of the5
the wall of the5
flight of stone steps5
quarter of a mile5
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the image of the5
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the presence of the5
of sky and sea5
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the shadow of a5
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the dance of the5
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dry bed of the5
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the memory of a5
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of the kobe chronicle5
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the idea of the5
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one of his letters5
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the sight of a5
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his way to the4
the tints of the4
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to the other side4
the rear of the4
we take our way4
of the ancient gods4
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as well as in4
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with a pair of4
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the opening of the4
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what is called the4
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hundred and sixty years4
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on his way to4
blue of the sky4
the women of the4
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like me to know4
the very heart of4
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did not know what4
to the spirit of4
life of the people4
the god of poverty4
one of the greatest4
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by harper and brothers4
court of the temple4
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do not think that4
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the eye of the4
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the dry bed of4
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at the market of4
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in the place of4
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crime of sylvestre bonnard4
of the issuing of4
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is believed to be4
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it is probable that4
the day of his4
to have the power4
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the fashion of the4
end of his stay4
japanese in the imperial4
of the idea of4
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the course of a4
a considerable amount of4
the time of his4
of the name of4
the sea and the4
under the pressure of4
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by maxime du camp4
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the song of the4
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the greater number of4
the life of a4
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the people of the4
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not suffer me to4
of the great deity4
foot of the steps4
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as if he were4
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the rest of her4
the way of his4
either side of it4
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the names of gods4
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the religion of the4
editor of the commercial4
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of the eighteenth century4
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chinese and japanese characters4
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the hearts of all4
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part of the world4
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the riddle of the4
the first time the4
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the truth of the4
ancient shrine in japan4
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edge of the sea4
dance of the festival4
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speech of the people4
the west indies and4
the pitons of carbet4
if there be no4
day in the orient4
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the muttering of the4
the sea of japan4
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the verge of a4
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steps leading to the4
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revue politique et litteraire4
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there comes to me4
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his arrival in japan4
than two hundred years4
the memory of her4
the city of the4
that he would not4
the foundation of the4
the issuing of clouds4
market of the dead4
of the holy ghost4
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the hand of a4
and on either side4
that there is no4
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the floor of the4
the skill of the4
like to look at4
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i will give you4
one of the best4
part of the island4
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the way to the4
to speak of the4
in a state of4
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for a thousand years4
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spirits of the dead4
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the new york no4
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of the history of4
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the ways of the4
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to look at me4
ess ou ainmein moin4
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as in the north4
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the walls of a4
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the imagination of the4
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twilight of the gods4
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the sense of the4
la fille de couleur4
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one end of the4
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life at this time4
have been given to4
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rising of the sun4
the foundation of all4
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the streets of st4
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first day in the4
the lines of the4
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the lotus of the4
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of the great trees4
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the value of the4
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the bridge of the4
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the meeting of three4
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