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 1 3 |  carpet with their feet; they bit their lips till the blood
 2 9 |   Athos became clouded and he bit his lips. ~"It is not Madame
 3 20|      St. Omer without drawing bit. At St. Omer they breathed
 4 29|       the black hood, for she bit her lips till they bled,
 5 31| animated her countenance. She bit her handkerchief with her
 6 31|  conversation twice or thrice bit her lips; she had to deal
 7 32|     many good things. Porthos bit his lips because he saw
 8 46|      light-horseman. ~"Stop a bit," said the dragoon, placing
 9 46|       in the chimney, "stop a bit, I am in it. You cursed
10 47|       is a diamond?" ~"Stop a bit!" said Aramis. ~"Well thought
11 51|    attendants." ~The cardinal bit his mustache, and even his
12 62|          Write that name on a bit of paper, lest I should