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 1 1 |    falling in profusion over her shoulders, had large, blue, languishing
 2 2 |          graceful folds from his shoulders, disclosing in front the
 3 4 |       nose fixed between the two shoulders of Porthos--that is to say,
 4 4 |        head, it seems to suit my shoulders so correctly. I wish to
 5 7 |          Athos then shrugged his shoulders, and, without putting himself
 6 13| understand!" ~Athos shrugged his shoulders, and followed his guards
 7 13|        his head was still on his shoulders. But when he saw the carriage
 8 16|        said Athos, shrugging his shoulders; "I should like to know
 9 17|         Bonacieux, shrugging her shoulders. "Be satisfied with being
10 27|         anxiety. He shrugged his shoulders when people spoke of the
11 28|     replied Athos, shrugging his shoulders as if he thought himself
12 29|           with a movement of the shoulders full of good fellowship. "
13 30|        said Athos, shrugging his shoulders; and he made a sign to Grimaud
14 30|        said Athos, shrugging his shoulders contemptuously, as if he
15 31|             Porthos shrugged his shoulders; Aramis by a movement of
16 37|          torn from her beautiful shoulders; and on one of those lovely
17 37|       and on one of those lovely shoulders, round and white, d'Artagnan
18 38|        proposal by shrugging his shoulders. ~"How much did the Jew
19 41|     lifted the assassin onto his shoulders at the moment the enemy
20 47|        said Athos, shrugging his shoulders. ~On their part, the French,
21 50|          who will make both your shoulders alike." ~The eyes of Milady
22 61|      cried she, sinking upon the shoulders of Milady. "Pardon me, I