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 1  I, 6 |      days leaning on the stone, chin in hand, watching a cavalier
 2  I, 8 |       of a woman, draped to the chin, gazed motionless on the
 3  I, 8 |        she with rigid body, her chin bent down, and he always
 4  I, 8 |          his elbow rounded, his chin thrown forward. That woman
 5  I, 9 |    sleep; and he sat there, his chin on his two hands and his
 6 II, 4 |         the twilight, when, her chin resting on her left hand,
 7 II, 6 |        massive folds of his red chin rested; this was dotted
 8 II, 6 |     said the other, rubbing his chin with an air of mingled contempt
 9 II, 6 |          She turned around, her chin lowered, her forehead bent
10 II, 8 |     shoulder; then, raising her chin, she watched the luminous
11 II, 11|       the fireless chimney, his chin on his breast, his hands
12 II, 12|      you’ve got a beard to your chin.”~“Oh, don’t be cross! I’
13 III, 7| drinking his tea, he buried his chin in his sky-blue cravat,
14 III, 7|      droning; Binet smiled, his chin lowered, his nostrils distended,
15 III, 8|      lighted candles.~Emma, her chin sunken upon her breast,
16 III, 9|       time, then insensibly his chin sank down, he let fall his