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 1 2 |    squeezed from the raw flesh. ~A cold sweat stood on the brow
 2 4 |         officer felt his blood run cold, as somehow or other he
 3 5 |             added half a degree of cold in winter; not to mention
 4 6 |            but he did not feel the cold, the hope of revenge keeping
 5 7 | observation, where in spite of the cold, he took his stand, with
 6 7 |   daughters of the East, averse to cold, do not abide in the open
 7 7 |       which fortunately were quite cold. ~He at once felt the other
 8 8 |              In the meanwhile, the cold sweat stood on his brow. ~
 9 9 |       Cornelius muttered, with the cold sweat on his brow, and sank
10 10|            remained motionless and cold, as if dead. ~During all
11 12|   Cornelius placed his chin on the cold damp block. But at this
12 12|          felt, with a shudder, the cold current of air from the
13 15|          which, alas! only met the cold wire-grating. Yet, in spite
14 20|     muttered Cornelius, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. "Oh,
15 23|        nights threatened to be too cold, Rosa took in the flower-pot. ~
16 27|               The Prince wiped the cold sweat from his forehead,
17 29|           matter to you now?" ~The cold sweat stood on the brow
18 32|            frame trembled, and the cold sweat stood on his brow. ~"
19 32|          William, looking with his cold glance on Cornelius, listened