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1       V|    Blanka was compelled to cling fast to his arm, while Madam
2     VII|       his Latin speech, or stuck fast at the beatissime pater.
3      XI|   falling it had caught and held fast the bridal veil of the Marchioness
4      XV|          snatch of a prayer, was fast asleep in a twinkling. Manasseh
5   XXIII|    clutches and let him bind you fast - like Christ on the cross."~ ~"
6   XXIII|      knees, where they were held fast by a stick of wood. His
7   XXIII| assaulting party.~ ~Manasseh was fast losing all self-control. "
8   XXIII|     Gipsy, come here!"~ ~"Not so fast," the fiddler replied. "