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 1     I| whereupon Patrona knelt upon his breast and plucked from his beard
 2     I|      folding his arms across his breast, peacefully went to sleep
 3    II|          red but sweet; and that breast was not only[Pg 45] snow-white
 4    II|            Surely that throbbing breast, those provocative lips,
 5    II|        and as he drew her to his breast, as he pressed her to him,
 6   III|      folded his hands across his breast and bent low before the
 7    IV|          long! - time to his own breast, and pressed his lips to
 8    IV|  fumbling nervously about in the breast of his kaftan; for the poor
 9  VIII|       his arms folded across his breast, then he disappeared in
10    IX|        pressing the child to his breast.[Pg 180]~ ~"Thou wilt see
11    IX|          this never arose in the breast of Achmed. His gentle soul
12    IX|       folded his arms across his breast and smiled.[Pg 185]~ ~Then
13    IX|        was whom he raised to his breast and in whose arms he soothed
14    IX|     folding his hands across his breast he flung himself down before
15    XI|        which makes her husband's breast to rise and fall continually
16   XII|        to nothing.~ ~But Halil's breast beat with a still greater
17   XII|        crossed his arms over his breast and gazed upon him contemptuously.
18   XII|        the child she held to her breast.~ ~"Why weepest thou?" asked
19   XII|         her child clasped to her breast, and the further he receded
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