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 1 III |      did that matter? He would hold her hand for a few seconds.
 2 IV  | Monsieur Jean.” Marechal would hold out both hands, the right
 3 VI  |         but I could not longer hold my peace. I have loved you
 4 VII |       dare you? I order you to hold your tongue—do you hear?
 5 VII |      seize him by the throat.~“Hold your tongue,” he cried. “
 6 VII |     tone, gasping for breath: “Hold your tongue— for God’s sake
 7 VII |    your tongue— for God’s sake hold your tongue!”~“No! For a
 8 VIII|         for he would no longer hold out his hand to beg of his
 9 IX  |    cases pitched down into the hold mingling with footsteps,
10 IX  |     lean against the wainscot, hold on to the doors, cling to
11 IX  |        a beggar who would fain hold out his hand—a timid but