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 1 2 |  time." ~Cornelius de Witt, raising himself on his couch, and
 2 2 |     us!" said the prisoner, raising his eyes to heaven and shrugging
 3 4 | fell down at his feet, but, raising himself with a last effort,
 4 8 | said the envious Boxtel, -- raising his livid face from his
 5 11|     yes," she said, without raising her head, "I will do anything
 6 12|      it was the executioner raising his sword. ~Van Baerle bade
 7 12|    Baerle felt gentle hands raising him, and soon stood on his
 8 17|  rushed up to his prisoner, raising his stick; seeing, however,
 9 27|   the past. ~Soon, however, raising his head with an effort,
10 30| writing for a moment; then, raising his eyes, and seeing Rosa