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1       I|   accosting him, in the same tongue.~ ~"My fellow-countryman,
2      IX|      is his home. No foreign tongue can confuse him; his thoughts
3     XII|   exclamations in an unknown tongue, with no cheering word to
4      XV| speaker's thumb, and not his tongue, that lied, by pointing
5     XVI|    tell the truth, I hold my tongue. Last night I slept at Ciprianu'
6    XXII|        The priest spoke in a tongue strange to the little boy,
7   XXIII|   was expressed all that her tongue was powerless to utter, -
8   XXIII|      in ashes. But I held my tongue and let the panic do its