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 1 Introd |     bent into the palms of her hands; a kind of white dust besprinkled
 2 Introd |     bent into the palms of her hands”; the same careful notation
 3 Introd | prevent me from putting out my hands and finding flowers there.
 4 XXVII  |    foyer at the Odeon. I shook hands with him. He had a happy
 5 XXXII  |     day with your head in your hands trying to squeeze your unfortunate
 6 XLIV   |     attentive, clever with her hands as a monkey and amusing
 7 LX     |       on the run to grasp your hands. If it can not, I shall
 8 LXII   |   Cadio; it has been in Buloz’ hands a long time. I am writing
 9 LXIV   |       them to you to kiss; her hands are marvels and they are
10 XCVI   | prevent me from putting out my hands and finding flowers there.
11 CXXI   | thanked! It is recopied. Other hands have gone over it. So, the
12 CLVII  |       dear madame, I kiss your hands and am entirely yours,~Gustave
13 CXCVII |    being worked out by its own hands it will move very quickly.
14 CXCVII |       holds still in its tense hands, a fold of the starry mantle
15 CXCVII | destroy yourself with your own hands. If, on the contrary, you
16 CXCVII |       they had remained in its hands.~And you, friend, you want
17 CCVII  |        who brought with my own hands the properties for the first
18 CCLIV  |        Provided one is in good hands,—and he is.~Well, we are
19 CCCXIII|  scalping, and then wiping her hands on the grass, seemed to
20 CCCXIII|       me.~And I grasp your two hands heartily and say “bravo”