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 1 I   |      shoulders as he saw them growing pale. He thought that his
 2 II  |     Barbarians, however, were growing impatient; murmuring arose,
 3 IV  |    had not yet been paid were growing angry, those who had received
 4 V   |    had perished, and stopped, growing pale as one about to die.
 5 VI  |  heights of the Acropolis the growing army might be seen.~But
 6 VI  |   malady is derived. They are growing pale like the spots on your
 7 VII |       prevented the slit from growing larger. Others had their
 8 VIII|    again.~The Barbarians were growing weak; some Greek hoplites
 9 VIII|    the same road. The dawn as growing grey when from the top of
10 X   | Cyrene; so that there was now growing in his thoughts a religion
11 X   |       roar of the streets was growing feebler, violet shadows
12 XII |    men’s uncovered heads were growing hot in the burning sun.
13 XIII|       servants of Moloch were growing impatient.~Hamilcar repressed
14 XIII|   such splendour, smiled and, growing bold even, was beginning
15 XIV |      horror of the Libyan was growing less. She vaguely felt that
16 XIV |      in a storm. Hamilcar was growing desperate; all was about