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1   10|      life, the heaving of its breast. The thrills of joy and
2   11|    round greasy face and bare breast, still thinking to improve
3   13|     remaining feeler, his own breast was all torn away, exposing
4   13|      laugh? Did not his white breast enough betray him? He was
5   13|     sailed off with unruffled breast when he came to the surface,
6   13|       not hear him. His white breast, the stillness of the air,
7   14| within my house and within my breast. My employment out of doors