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quadgram | frequency |
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tom of the footpath | 24 |
i did not know | 7 |
to tom of the | 7 |
my brothers and sisters | 7 |
should have liked to | 6 |
the door of the | 6 |
i should have liked | 6 |
at the same time | 6 |
on the other hand | 6 |
the story of the | 5 |
to go to sleep | 5 |
for the first time | 5 |
for a long time | 5 |
it seemed to me | 5 |
in front of the | 5 |
did not want to | 4 |
the other side of | 4 |
the light of the | 4 |
i went into the | 4 |
seemed to me as | 4 |
in the dead of | 4 |
once in a way | 4 |
the middle of the | 4 |
i do not know | 4 |
the soughing of the | 4 |
sacred wound of thy | 4 |
to me as if | 4 |
in the midst of | 4 |
the corpus christi altar | 4 |
most sacred wound of | 4 |
an our father for | 4 |
that tom of the | 4 |
by the most sacred | 4 |
the most sacred wound | 4 |
in the middle of | 4 |
i did not want | 4 |
my father and mother | 4 |
by the hand and | 4 |
down on the bench | 4 |
on the other side | 4 |
sat down on a | 4 |
one after the other | 4 |
my brother and sisters | 4 |
soughing of the wind | 4 |
sat down on the | 4 |
looked up at the | 3 |
it occurred to me | 3 |
in the open air | 3 |
by means of which | 3 |
it was no longer | 3 |
and now and again | 3 |
me by the hand | 3 |
the forest on the | 3 |
up and down the | 3 |
we went into the | 3 |
and i did not | 3 |
cottage in the wood | 3 |
said an our father | 3 |
the black forest clock | 3 |
a bit of bread | 3 |
in the light of | 3 |
from the forest farm | 3 |
thought i to myself | 3 |
to go to the | 3 |
the midst of the | 3 |
did not know what | 3 |
that we have no | 3 |
and invited me to | 3 |
if you want to | 3 |
other side of the | 3 |
there was no more | 3 |
the cottage in the | 3 |
who went to prison | 3 |
there was once a | 3 |
his wife and his | 3 |
we were in the | 3 |
as we went along | 3 |
and i put them | 3 |
on the sour meadow | 3 |
went to and fro | 3 |
as long as i | 3 |
his hand and said | 3 |
children of the world | 3 |
the head of the | 3 |
to go into the | 3 |
i put them in | 3 |
wife and his child | 3 |
in the forest on | 3 |
on either side of | 3 |
my father said to | 3 |
the life of the | 3 |
the house on the | 3 |
do not know if | 3 |
i thought to myself | 3 |
the mountains to the | 3 |
went out to the | 3 |
in front of him | 3 |
into the kitchen to | 3 |
my mother used to | 3 |
in honour of the | 3 |
the son of the | 3 |
he went into the | 3 |
but i did not | 3 |
for the sake of | 3 |
always used to say | 3 |
the sound of the | 3 |
three hundred and sixty | 3 |
and looked up at | 3 |
the edge of the | 3 |
a thousand and a | 3 |
so he must have | 2 |
from year to year | 2 |
as if they were | 2 |
read and to write | 2 |
a piece of meat | 2 |
and it seemed to | 2 |
look at the bier | 2 |
the wind in the | 2 |
came into the world | 2 |
into the next room | 2 |
and when i went | 2 |
honour of our lady | 2 |
go to sleep now | 2 |
from the christian faith | 2 |
be able to look | 2 |
i know all about | 2 |
sleep in the little | 2 |
was nothing to be | 2 |
one of the most | 2 |
all this long way | 2 |
did not take a | 2 |
of the house to | 2 |
to do with the | 2 |
at the same moment | 2 |
nights and a night | 2 |
for a few weeks | 2 |
and now it was | 2 |
the stag on the | 2 |
which i knew so | 2 |
that they were all | 2 |
and lily does not | 2 |
thought to myself that | 2 |
the dew of a | 2 |
shall be allowed to | 2 |
must have been some | 2 |
the world in the | 2 |
i knew so well | 2 |
you a thousand and | 2 |
brought the news that | 2 |
that loaf of bread | 2 |
into the wood and | 2 |
looked upon as a | 2 |
it too much to | 2 |
the krieglach town council | 2 |
be good enough to | 2 |
came to a halt | 2 |
the old man was | 2 |
trees shall stay where | 2 |
the hands of the | 2 |
i gave god my | 2 |
the tone of the | 2 |
to pick a quarrel | 2 |
said the old man | 2 |
in the wood and | 2 |
on his way to | 2 |
the day of judgment | 2 |
house was burned down | 2 |
stay where they are | 2 |
what do you say | 2 |
was read and the | 2 |
which i had never | 2 |
at the parish church | 2 |
go to tom of | 2 |
i should be sorry | 2 |
it was now high | 2 |
out of the book | 2 |
a last will and | 2 |
by maude egerton king | 2 |
we went along the | 2 |
when one of them | 2 |
i lay in the | 2 |
there was nothing to | 2 |
for the second time | 2 |
that i did not | 2 |
when i was still | 2 |
my father and i | 2 |
he is sure to | 2 |
at last to the | 2 |
you shall not sell | 2 |
in honour of our | 2 |
with me as far | 2 |
for ever so long | 2 |
to creep under the | 2 |
the graz daily post | 2 |
to come to him | 2 |
me as far as | 2 |
heard tell that the | 2 |
in the name of | 2 |
father said to me | 2 |
i said to myself | 2 |
one of them said | 2 |
we went on together | 2 |
gospel was read and | 2 |
the way of all | 2 |
and now and then | 2 |
been so fond of | 2 |
over the mountains to | 2 |
say an our father | 2 |
wound of thy right | 2 |
wall of the stove | 2 |
when my father sat | 2 |
moon stood in the | 2 |
you take on about | 2 |
evening of the same | 2 |
of a primitive life | 2 |
made up my mind | 2 |
to forget what they | 2 |
the two who had | 2 |
beasts of the forest | 2 |
over the heath and | 2 |
wind in the forest | 2 |
one ought not to | 2 |
the rest of his | 2 |
and in the kitchen | 2 |
bier in the passage | 2 |
to his wife and | 2 |
the dead of night | 2 |
they chewed the cud | 2 |
which i did not | 2 |
was so dark that | 2 |
so that he could | 2 |
bear to hear it | 2 |
the stone that killed | 2 |
she said to me | 2 |
long as i live | 2 |
god my sunday jacket | 2 |
with the milk which | 2 |
it must be so | 2 |
was with my father | 2 |
when all is said | 2 |
a time one did | 2 |
in a voice of | 2 |
down in the valley | 2 |
and quite right too | 2 |
bells begin to ring | 2 |
father sat at his | 2 |
covered the window with | 2 |
him in the face | 2 |
a biographical note by | 2 |
every nook and corner | 2 |
four nights and a | 2 |
of nothing but the | 2 |
came to see us | 2 |
in spite of the | 2 |
the little kid was | 2 |
the cross has a | 2 |
after that he tried | 2 |
creep under the table | 2 |
through the door and | 2 |
drew a deep breath | 2 |
not know how to | 2 |
in the towers kept | 2 |
last will and testament | 2 |
how the white kid | 2 |
my mother did not | 2 |
if i had to | 2 |
through the thicket at | 2 |
the poison of the | 2 |
it was not a | 2 |
the snow and the | 2 |
he said in a | 2 |
he was a good | 2 |
of the blessed virgin | 2 |
the lights on the | 2 |
the time for gossip | 2 |
of the world in | 2 |
my mother always used | 2 |
be lying in the | 2 |
did not know where | 2 |
where tom of the | 2 |
part of the country | 2 |
she went to the | 2 |
a last look at | 2 |
out into the open | 2 |
bells in the towers | 2 |
from house to house | 2 |
fire on the hearth | 2 |
were seated in the | 2 |
to go about with | 2 |
house and farm were | 2 |
he came to the | 2 |
the birds of the | 2 |
the houses in the | 2 |
have something to tell | 2 |
the sacristan went round | 2 |
quite alone in the | 2 |
out into the kitchen | 2 |
that i had come | 2 |
so as not to | 2 |
and he went on | 2 |
soon after that the | 2 |
and the little ones | 2 |
at the end of | 2 |
the milk which she | 2 |
in the passage and | 2 |
with it to the | 2 |
the bells begin to | 2 |
poison of the world | 2 |
was all in vain | 2 |
and through the forest | 2 |
went into the parlour | 2 |
news that tom of | 2 |
so that i was | 2 |
at home we ate | 2 |
down on a bench | 2 |
wanted to speak to | 2 |
took a last look | 2 |
man squatting on a | 2 |
at that time a | 2 |
and that i had | 2 |
as far as the | 2 |
in the woods and | 2 |
it was all in | 2 |
would that suit you | 2 |
but the red one | 2 |
the little that i | 2 |
to think that you | 2 |
you would like to | 2 |
that i could not | 2 |
me back into the | 2 |
to me in the | 2 |
they knew how to | 2 |
he would not have | 2 |
her life was so | 2 |
i got up to | 2 |
was now high time | 2 |
give it to the | 2 |
set me on the | 2 |
my mother went about | 2 |
gave god my sunday | 2 |
had come back from | 2 |
for the end of | 2 |
at the back of | 2 |
wake the children up | 2 |
on the corpus christi | 2 |
sign of the cross | 2 |
i got back to | 2 |
and he came home | 2 |
was not allowed to | 2 |
to have been a | 2 |
how i gave god | 2 |
in the course of | 2 |
and now he was | 2 |
and now you want | 2 |
it was all up | 2 |
stone that killed the | 2 |
for the most part | 2 |
the news that tom | 2 |
carried me into the | 2 |
i should have thought | 2 |
i ought not to | 2 |
it up in the | 2 |
the rest of them | 2 |
in such a way | 2 |
the woods and the | 2 |
when the te deum | 2 |
passed through the forest | 2 |
it was high time | 2 |
i asked him why | 2 |
sat at his shaving | 2 |
world in the forest | 2 |
and that i could | 2 |
and the old woman | 2 |
in the kitchen the | 2 |
no longer able to | 2 |
never be able to | 2 |
stood in the sky | 2 |
that we had to | 2 |
the shape of the | 2 |
had come to the | 2 |
to the house with | 2 |
i could not help | 2 |
and she went to | 2 |
house in the forest | 2 |
at that time i | 2 |
in a series of | 2 |
the man who had | 2 |
with a sprig of | 2 |
right up into heaven | 2 |
to look at the | 2 |
for a while and | 2 |
how i came to | 2 |
a little way off | 2 |
we came to a | 2 |
i was going to | 2 |
on the day of | 2 |
know what he was | 2 |
me as if i | 2 |
asked her for a | 2 |
either side of the | 2 |
so that we can | 2 |
through the forest and | 2 |
as a bad omen | 2 |
spoonful of soup for | 2 |
no sin in itself | 2 |
for the rest of | 2 |
father for his soul | 2 |
house that was burning | 2 |
honour of the blessed | 2 |
did not care much | 2 |
but he did not | 2 |
on a stone and | 2 |
is sitting on the | 2 |
heaved a deep sigh | 2 |
high mass in the | 2 |
one of them is | 2 |
not one of them | 2 |
killed the little kid | 2 |
the ten of clubs | 2 |
and what was the | 2 |
the th of march | 2 |
in the heart of | 2 |
over hill and dale | 2 |
progress up and down | 2 |
took me by the | 2 |
through the bushes and | 2 |
and brought their well | 2 |
the editor of the | 2 |
in the old days | 2 |
did not know how | 2 |
did my best to | 2 |
we came to the | 2 |
by the arm and | 2 |
came and brought their | 2 |
the table and the | 2 |
here and there a | 2 |
in through the window | 2 |
know all about it | 2 |
set it on the | 2 |
it out of my | 2 |
of the hearth and | 2 |
out of the window | 2 |
in the matter of | 2 |
i stood still and | 2 |
the goats bleated their | 2 |
home we ate the | 2 |
should be sorry to | 2 |
dark corner of the | 2 |
went into the kitchen | 2 |
is the matter with | 2 |
berthold has turned poacher | 2 |
stag on the wall | 2 |
the farmer at vorderalpel | 2 |
i was obliged to | 2 |
wiped the sweat from | 2 |
there must have been | 2 |
take on about it | 2 |
i had never yet | 2 |
shall stay where they | 2 |
on the th of | 2 |
in the dew of | 2 |
to warm myself a | 2 |
brothers and sisters in | 2 |
house on the heath | 2 |
dew of a primitive | 2 |
i was not allowed | 2 |
did not see the | 2 |
many a time one | 2 |
in his hands and | 2 |
the rasping of the | 2 |
our father for his | 2 |
the inhabitants of the | 2 |
when she had done | 2 |
mother always used to | 2 |
bound up with the | 2 |
i was at once | 2 |
was high time for | 2 |
and there we sat | 2 |
of the wind in | 2 |
the white kid died | 2 |
was to be seen | 2 |
he did not see | 2 |
i was ready to | 2 |
on the evening of | 2 |
out of the house | 2 |
we sat down on | 2 |
i want to know | 2 |
right down to the | 2 |
out through the window | 2 |
that there was no | 2 |
that he did not | 2 |
that it would be | 2 |
and tom of the | 2 |
rasping of the saw | 2 |
for a bit of | 2 |
at that time he | 2 |
my father in the | 2 |
what did he say | 2 |
the old woman had | 2 |
in front of us | 2 |
up to the little | 2 |
of the cross on | 2 |
of the young ones | 2 |
to the parish church | 2 |
to stay at home | 2 |
a little while and | 2 |
last look at the | 2 |
for good and all | 2 |
i thought i was | 2 |
of the footpath had | 2 |
upon as a bad | 2 |
in the early days | 2 |
he had been a | 2 |
the beasts of the | 2 |
come at last to | 2 |
had thought to himself | 2 |
we walked through the | 2 |
back again into the | 2 |
children to go to | 2 |
could not leave the | 2 |
by the light of | 2 |
as good as the | 2 |
such a way that | 2 |
so long as i | 2 |
poet of the people | 2 |
to the knierutscher woman | 2 |
but my father was | 2 |
as though i were | 2 |
piece of meat for | 2 |
saints in the church | 2 |
to right and left | 2 |
as in a dream | 2 |
on christmas eve the | 2 |
she covered the window | 2 |
down for a while | 2 |
father did not seem | 2 |
of the forest farm | 2 |
of the little church | 2 |
as they chewed the | 2 |
the song of the | 2 |
when i stood by | 2 |
my father sat at | 2 |
take the place of | 2 |
was no longer the | 2 |
it was already dusk | 2 |
the dead of winter | 2 |
together for a while | 2 |
that it was my | 2 |
i began to cry | 2 |
away from the christian | 2 |
get up and go | 2 |
when i wanted to | 2 |
and set it on | 2 |
what is the matter | 2 |
the fire on the | 2 |
the two bloody knees | 2 |
thousand and a thousandfold | 2 |
up at the sun | 2 |
in every nook and | 2 |
the evening of the | 2 |
at the time of | 2 |
got back to the | 2 |
bear to think of | 2 |
that they must not | 2 |
kickel went into the | 2 |
jumping up and down | 2 |
but there was no | 2 |
i had lost the | 2 |
that killed the little | 2 |
woman from the riegelberg | 2 |
came up to me | 2 |
not play for money | 2 |
of the footpath lived | 2 |
life on the land | 2 |
little house in the | 2 |
on the bench and | 2 |
you know how the | 2 |
about in the forest | 2 |
to earn his bread | 2 |
what do you want | 2 |
down through the forest | 2 |
and i had always | 2 |
way of all flesh | 2 |
the top of the | 2 |
i made up my | 2 |
into the inner room | 2 |
the saints in the | 2 |
he had put the | 2 |
come to me in | 2 |
late in the evening | 2 |
of meat for the | 2 |
have to come to | 2 |
and there in the | 2 |
on so far that | 2 |
his horse and cart | 2 |
back into the house | 2 |
there in the wilderness | 2 |
under my arm and | 2 |
take it too much | 2 |
through a dark wood | 2 |
two knees with blood | 2 |
it had to be | 2 |
it does no good | 2 |
did not seem to | 2 |
a handful of embers | 2 |
the door opened and | 2 |
man and did my | 2 |
never gave up hope | 2 |
on the high altar | 2 |
and the sound of | 2 |
how would that suit | 2 |
they let him out | 2 |
to be allowed to | 2 |
in the shape of | 2 |
now high time to | 2 |
not care much for | 2 |
to think of that | 2 |
with a white cloth | 2 |
be to god that | 2 |
on the door of | 2 |
out into the snow | 2 |
going for a soldier | 2 |
forget what they have | 2 |
and looked at us | 2 |
my father did not | 2 |
and the love of | 2 |
of the ten of | 2 |
have a look at | 2 |
i have something to | 2 |
as though she had | 2 |
and i had to | 2 |
so much as a | 2 |
to go to tom | 2 |
rest of his life | 2 |
as he did not | 2 |
wound of thy left | 2 |
back again and had | 2 |
she said no more | 2 |
what the woodman said | 2 |
of life on the | 2 |
to read and to | 2 |
i came to the | 2 |
the very next day | 2 |
a whole row of | 2 |
so far that he | 2 |
but they were all | 2 |
from peasant to craftsman | 2 |
in the straw and | 2 |
of the same day | 2 |
what should i do | 2 |
and i fell asleep | 2 |
the coffin on the | 2 |
from my very heart | 2 |
i went to and | 2 |
but it was not | 2 |
biographical note by dr | 2 |
lily in the snow | 2 |
edge of the field | 2 |
too much to heart | 2 |
the sign of the | 2 |
my little bare feet | 2 |
made the sign of | 2 |
the moon and the | 2 |
the bier in the | 2 |
you want to see | 2 |
and the words came | 2 |
it would be a | 2 |
came to the plough | 2 |
know what it means | 2 |