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 1 V    |    gave a spring as if he had touched a Leyden jar. His audacity,
 2 VIII |      and in a few minutes she touched the quay of the dockyard.~
 3 X    |       a grace which evidently touched M. Fridrikssen.~“Now,” said
 4 XII  |       as his long legs nearly touched the ground he looked like
 5 XXI  |    tones of compassion.~I was touched with these words, not being
 6 XXIII|     and rushing. Frequently I touched the wall, hoping to feel
 7 XXIX |      are saved.”~I was deeply touched with the tenderness of his
 8 XXXV |   companions, the moment they touched me, would receive a severe
 9 XXXVI| mistrust. I asked, was he not touched in the brain? And yet there
10 XXXIX|      upon a soil not hitherto touched by our feet, I often perceived
11 XL   |      far away. Suppose we had touched with our prow (the prow
12 XLII |       stretched out my arm. I touched the wall, and drew back