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 1 I      |        of Ferguson was in every mouth, and we may safely believe
 2 VIII   |     plough the water toward the mouth of the Thames.~It is needless
 3 VIII   | Zanzibar, Dick never opened his mouth. He talked neither about
 4 XIV    |       Good!” said Joe, with his mouth full, “I could live on antelope
 5 XV     |         from the temples to the mouth. Their ears, frightfully
 6 XX     |        dissevered member to his mouth, and bit it again and again.~“
 7 XXVII  |         and rose again with his mouth clogged with hot dust.~“
 8 XXVII  |    turned the barrel toward his mouth.~“Kennedy!” shouted Joe,
 9 XXXVIII|        river from Boussa to its mouth, describing it village by
10 XXXVIII|  perished by a bullet, near the mouth of the river. You see, then,
11 XLIV   |  Basilic, which ran down to the mouth of the river.~Two weeks