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 1    II|   pressed it to his lips. How cold that hand was! All the more
 2    II|      the little hand remained cold, as cold as the hand of
 3    II| little hand remained cold, as cold as the hand of a corpse.~ ~
 4    II|  provocative lips, are not as cold?~ ~Halil, intoxicated with
 5    II|      again, and his lips grow cold upon mine and his heart
 6    IV|     die away, become pale and cold. Only when his lips at last
 7    IV|       splendour. Yet lest the cold surface of the pavement
 8     V|       enough to hasten to the cold and icy battlefield." And
 9     V|       Wind does not say, I am cold, and yet we feel it. Thy
10     V|    battle amidst the clash of cold steel. He imagines that
11  VIII|  Sacred Green Banner? and the cold sweat stood out upon his
12    IX|       her warm bosom with his cold fingers.~ ~Perchance she
13    IX|     of rapture, in one of the cold vaults of the[Pg 191] Place
14    XI|      dark cloud arises in the cold and distant North. A foe
15   XII|   said Halil to the Khan with cold sobriety - "I am well aware
16   XII|       is terrible."~ ~Halil's cold collected bearing silenced,
17   XII|       s hand."~ ~Halil with a cold smile pressed Musli's hand.
18   XII|      when at "the gate of the cold spring" the Spahis on guard