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 1 I    |          of the detectives, in a low voice.~“Yes, there is murder
 2 III  |       However, who could say how low an unworthy passion might
 3 III  |        been incased in a strong, low shoe.~This was indeed a
 4 VI   |      represented the affair as a low broil between a party of
 5 VII  |      hand, his under lip hanging low and his eyes fixed upon
 6 VIII | interrupted.~“Yes; a murder in a low wine-shop.”~“Well, then,
 7 VIII |     jades.” As Lecoq’s purse was low, he did not insist. “You
 8 IX   |            so saying, she made a low courtesy, and then added: “
 9 X    |       words, the prisoner made a low bow to his audience.~“Naturally,
10 XI   |         drinking and chatting in low tones at another table.
11 XIV  |            XIV~Long, narrow, and low of ceiling, having on the
12 XIV  |    persisted in declaring that a low, vulgar murderer trying
13 XV   |       Her forehead was extremely low, being crowned by a forest
14 XV   |          uttering as he did so a low exclamation. The door was
15 XVI  |         convey the expression of low cunning that distinguished
16 XVII |         to expect, he made her a low bow and withdrew.~This new
17 XX   |        he’s only a poor devil, a low buffoon. Well, now he’s
18 XXI  |  customers in the shop. For this low eating-house was a regular
19 XXI  |         life is no better than a low spy. Why! you never saw
20 XXI  |          romances descriptive of low life, but that obscene,
21 XXIII|          left outside a crowd of low offenders who are not worth