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 1 12|       you, your beautiful hair touch my cheek; and every time
 2 12|       a second. I did not even touch your hand, and you pardoned
 3 12|      if our existences did not touch at the heart? You love me,
 4 24|        He then thought, with a touch of vexation, that perhaps
 5 30|     from time to time giving a touch of the spur to his horse,
 6 32|          Take my advice, don't touch them." ~"Devil take me if
 7 36| Artagnan tremble, as if by the touch that fever which consumed
 8 37|     with his sweetest smile to touch his lips to Milady's, but
 9 45|      an Englishman. But do not touch with the tip of your finger
10 56|       I had drunk, I would not touch that which was placed on
11 58|      enough of water for it to touch land. Felton walked into
12 62|      pretty woods which almost touch the convent garden. Say
13 66|     remember that he who shall touch a hair of my head is himself