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1    1,    4|     father!” cried Mary Grant, throwing herself on her knees before
2    1,   11|    came forward instantly, and throwing off his poncho, flung it
3    1,   15|      this, some day I shall be throwing myself out of the window
4    1,   19|    Thalcave,” returned Robert, throwing himself at the feet of the
5    2,    4|      fancy,” retorted Paganel, throwing back his head proudly.~“
6    3,    6| captain,” answered the sailor, throwing his whole weight on the
7    3,   10|      said he softly. “They are throwing their arms about. . . .