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 1 5 |     race and the~noblest Irish blood, had been nurtured by his
 2 5 |         where the rich~ ~young blood is flowing, belong to another
 3 6 |         Felicite fell ill; her blood~was overheated, and her
 4 6 |    corners, is of a vivid red; blood~abounds there, and supplies
 5 8 |        it seems, of the bluest blood.~Beatrix, born and brought
 6 8 | beneath its surface, as if her blood had left a~deposit of dust
 7 8 |   their humbuggery is in their blood; they are born~comedians,
 8 8 |     whose~very aspect sent the blood to my heart."~ ~The baroness
 9 12|    reason~when I think of you; blood gushes from my heart, and
10 14|    choked by~the tumult of his blood.~ ~"Never, my friend," she
11 19|     nervous fever.~Her boiling blood seemed to her to mingle
12 21|  herself, and persons of~royal blood.~ ~"My dear abbe," she said,