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 1 II     |    slight build, and has a small head, which he has a habit of
 2 IV     |          really is: his drooping head, his dejected manner, and
 3 VII    |         man repeatedly shook his head as he replied to Curtis’
 4 XIII   |         them, with Owen at their head, give no heed to what he
 5 XXVI   |         their toil. He shook his head with an oracular gravity.
 6 XXVI   |          several times shake his head as he gave long and scrutinizing
 7 XXXIII |        the raft, where, with her head resting on her hands, she
 8 XXXV   |          the platform, and as my head came in collision with the
 9 XXXVII |       And then, turning away his head, he seemed to fall into
10 XXXVIII|       much moral as physical. My head was so heavy that I could
11 XLII   |   dropped his arms and shook his head. I looked again, but the
12 XLIV   |   fragment was wrapped round the head of the hammer. After testing
13 XLIV   |       said the boatswain, as the head appeared above.~The whirl
14 L      |          corner of the raft, his head dropped upon his chest,
15 LI     |       days. Whenever I raised my head I always failed to see him,
16 LI     | vehemence, but I never raised my head. Presently I caught a few
17 LII    |          cries of birds above my head. The sound was repeated
18 LV     |         my own, I turned away my head. I felt choked with horror,