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 1   III|       with blood-red lolling tongue, he wanders up and down
 2   III|  front flaked with foam, its tongue lolling forth, till, on
 3    IV|    96] his nerves, would his tongue be loosened, and a fine
 4    IV|   whole week. Very often his tongue itched to ask a question
 5     V|  sake. You know what an evil tongue the world has."~ ~Dame Kramm
 6   VII|      my chair, and hold your tongue."[Pg 158]~ ~"I am ready
 7   VII|     the one among them whose tongue wagged the nimblest. He
 8   VII|   had full possession of his tongue, did not call down blessings
 9    XV|    lad talking in his Kaffir tongue to the new arrival, and
10   XXI| would have murmured; but his tongue refused to move.~ ~"To him