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1      II|     crumbled his cigar in his fingers. "If the princess has a
2     XII| herself unable to control her fingers, which struck more than
3    XIII|       smile. Then he laid his fingers on his lips. "Pst! Not a
4     XIV|      shoulder, kissed his own fingers and then stretched them
5      XV|  their journey. Aaron put two fingers into his mouth and whistled,
6      XV|     lap, while she busied her fingers with the manufacture of
7   XXIII|       I would have snapped my fingers at old Pontius Pilate."~ ~
8     XXV|       other, reckoning on her fingers.~ ~"Not an ounce of which