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1     XII| listener. It was the Sappho's tones that she heard. Blanka gazed
2     XII|       laugh, and I have heard tones of sadness from your room,
3    XIII|    hearer; she recognised the tones. Manasseh Adorjan stood
4     XIV|        shouted, in stentorian tones: "Don't shoot, Ciprianu,
5   XVIII|       you," she entreated, in tones at once sad and tender, "
6   XXIII| Manasseh, in quick, energetic tones, "take hold of one end of
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