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1     I| pouring rain. At every saddle hung a fokos and a couple of
2     I|     into a rage at all. So he hung his fokos up nicely on its
3    VI|    looked feverish, her hands hung down by her side.~ ~Presently
4    VI|      in the adjoining chamber hung upon this silence with beating
5  VIII|      his secret. Both of them hung upon Fanny's next words.~ ~"
6    XV|   sort. Round about the walls hung all kinds of select pictures,
7  XVII|       moment was when she had hung sobbing on his breast.~ ~
8   XXI|        the Squire sighed, and hung his head.~ ~"When it pleases