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 1  1, 7 |     Lincoln in desperation. ~My clothes encumbered me; they seemed
 2  1, 7 |     down the abyss. Suddenly my clothes were seized by a strong
 3  1, 7 |  vigorously; but, cramped by my clothes, which stuck to me like
 4  1, 7 | slipping an open knife under my clothes, he ripped them up from
 5  1, 8 |         s skin, were dressed in clothes of a particular texture,
 6  1, 8 |  steward entered. He brought us clothes, coats and trousers, made
 7  1, 13|       resembled the shell which clothes the bodies of our large
 8  1, 15|         dress yourself in those clothes?" ~"There is no alternative,
 9  1, 15|      these heavy and impervious clothes, made of india-rubber without
10  1, 23|        soon as I had changed my clothes I went up on to the platform,