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 1 11|      curiosity that you would pity me and so much love that
 2 12|    will not be perjured. Take pity on me, then, and go! Oh,
 3 13|      Oh, my God, my God, have pity on me!" ~Without listening
 4 16|   young man's plate. ~"What a pity it is there were only four
 5 16|    Athos, looking at him with pity, "and yet this is one of
 6 17|   voice full of sweetness and pity. ~The queen turned sharply
 7 27|      innkeeper. You will have pity on me." ~"Ah, if you speak
 8 28|  thought himself an object of pity. "I certainly never will
 9 28|    risk anything." ~"That's a pity," said Athos, cooly. "The
10 33|       young man's hand. ~"You pity me, little one?" said d'
11 37|    not hesitate; but I really pity this poor Comte de Wardes,
12 39|  Porthos, "and that will be a pity. Let us get ready, gentlemen." ~"
13 41|             Pardon, monsieur; pity! In the name of that young
14 41|   sweat, that d'Artagnan took pity on him, and casting upon
15 47|        said Porthos, "who has pity for heretics." ~"In truth,"
16 52|     man has, then, a spark of pity in his soul; of that spark
17 54| minute only, for mercy's, for pity's sake! I will embrace your
18 55|    but one thing, which is to pity you if you prove to me you
19 61|     oh, my God! Poor woman! I pity her, then." ~"And you have