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 1         I,I  |       something to have borne arms in~those days for the good
 2         I,I  |     we have only to cross our arms and in three~years we shall
 3         I,III|     sleeves rolled up and his arms bare, the lame lad~packed
 4         I,III|     like a soldier presenting arms to a marshal~of France.~ ~"
 5         I,IV | Molineux, peremptorily, up in arms~for the principle. "You
 6         I,VII|  together, won't they present arms?"~ ~"Yes, wherever there
 7         I,VII|    sentries they will present arms."~ ~Just at this moment
 8         I,VII|    herself into her husband's arms and said to him with tears
 9         I,VII|   with jockeys: her beautiful arms, still fresh and youthful,
10         I,III|    She threw~herself into his arms, weeping, and whispering, "
11         I,III|  Latin. Constance wept in the arms of Madame Ragon and her~
12         I,V  |      herself into her uncle's arms,~voiceless except through
13         I,V  |     pressed his nephew in his arms as he heard the words.~Birotteau
14         I,VI |       good old man opened his~arms, and Birotteau threw himself
15         I,VI |      them as a child into the arms~of its father, and the two
16         I,VII|      himself into his~uncle's arms, weeping.~ ~"May he not
17         I,VII| raised him, stretched out her arms and pressed him to her heart.~ ~*****~ ~
18         I,VII|     the Bourse leaning on the arms of the two~honored merchants,