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 1     I,     III|       the dark god, in my own breast.~ ~At last day was dawning,
 2     I,       V| dimpled chin sunk down on her breast, and her fair, babyish hand
 3     I,       V|           She was beating her breast, and rocking herself to
 4     I,       V|       burying her face on his breast, she wept bitterly.~ ~I
 5    II,      II|     its neck of blue, and its breast of green cetonia-wings.
 6    II,       X|     me, I felt that in my own breast they had awakened a demon
 7    II,       X|    self, thou Devil in my own breast, help me to find some revenge
 8    II,    XIII|       Honour was pinned to my breast, and the reporter of a Paris
 9    II,     XIV|       légion d'honneur" on my breast.~ ~"Trash!" I said, tearing
10    II,     XIV|     let you! Leave it on your breast!" and, snatching it out
11    II,      XV|     ho!" said he, beating his breast and swinging his hammer,
12    II,      XV|     your country! Look at his breast! It is decorated with the
13    II,    XVII|      s. You have made a clean breast to your friend at home;
14    II,    XVII|    the great, black sin in my breast. How can I hope for mercy
15    II,    XVII|       was the demon in my own breast - a poor, feeble spirit,