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1     I|   of his pipe-bowl into the palm of his hand. Thank God!
2   III| strange youth, clapping the palm of his rival without even
3  XIII|      and, holding it in his palm some little time, asked -~ ~"
4  XVII|    dark seeds fell into the palm of his hand.~ ~"As black
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