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 1 II    |       was grasping between his hands a book over which he bent,
 2 III   |        paper hastily out of my hands. “This begins to look just
 3 IV    |     cried Martha, with clasped hands.~“No, my dear Martha, he
 4 IV    |        head thrown back and my hands joined over it. I lighted
 5 V     |     with my eyes his trembling hands, I took count of every movement.
 6 V     |   since the true key was in my hands, and no other would open
 7 V     |   worst, we should lay violent hands on him and keep him at home
 8 V     |      his head between both his hands; he pushed the chairs out
 9 VII   |      or Heligoland. Her little hands moved without haste. She
10 VIII  |    that he almost squeezed his hands till they ached. That good
11 IX    |       compressions of both his hands.~On the 2nd, at six in the
12 X     |       books were burned by the hands of the common hangman.”~“
13 XI    |     over. M. Fridrikssen shook hands with us. My uncle thanked
14 XIII  |  master came with outstretched hands, and without more ceremony
15 XIII  |     then the two placing their hands upon their hearts, inclined
16 XVI   |         which escaped from the hands of an Icelander, and took
17 XVIII |    cried my uncle, rubbing his hands. “Did you ever spend a quieter
18 XXI   |      July 8, we arrived on our hands and knees, and half dead,
19 XXI   |        I grasped his trembling hands in mine. He let me hold
20 XXI   |  thanked my uncle with clasped hands.~“Yes,” he said, “a draught
21 XXII  |        and handle with our own hands.~Through the beds of schist,
22 XXIII |   water!” I cried, clapping my hands and gesticulating like a
23 XXIII |     all. I seized the hunter’s hands, and pressed them while
24 XXIII |       impatience had armed our hands with power, we should have
25 XXIII |        cause, when plunging my hands into the spouting torrent,
26 XXIII |       tow, we only scalded our hands without succeeding. The
27 XXIV  |    daunted, and he clapped his hands at the steepness of the
28 XXIV  |    uncle repeated, rubbing his hands with delight.~“Can it be?”
29 XXVII |       swept the ground with my hands. How dry and hard the rock
30 XXVIII| audible to each other, but our hands cannot touch. But don’t
31 XXXVI |     good order. My uncle shook hands with him with a lively gratitude.
32 XXXVI |      of spirits; he rubbed his hands, he studied his attitudes.
33 XLIV  |  luxuriously bathed our faces, hands, and feet.~Whilst we were
34 XLIV  | herdboy, slipping out of Hans’ hands, and scudding into the plain
35 XLIV  |        to my exclamations with hands and feet, as well as with
36 XLIV  |       with a hearty shaking of hands all round.~At that moment,
37 XLIV  | fingers he lightly pressed our hands, I believe he smiled.~