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 1  5,5| perspiration started out on his forehead when he thought of his peril.
 2  7,3|       feeling your lips upon my forehead." ~She could not continue;
 3  7,7|        pressed her hands to her forehead as if to calm its throbbings. "
 4  7,7|         the perspiration on his forehead, and each time the door
 5  8,1|      the second floor, with his forehead pressed close against the
 6  9,3|    confess to herself. With her forehead resting against the wall,
 7 13,2|    purple, and the veins on his forehead stood out like whipcords,
 8 13,6|         the cold sweat from his forehead. "Ah! it was a narrow escape!"
 9 15,2|       he printed a kiss upon my forehead. 'But we must fly!' he resumed,
10 19,1|         and again over her cold forehead. "Do you feel better my
11 19,5|        the lines of care on his forehead deepened, as he said: "Happiness
12 19,5| arranged. Marguerite raised her forehead to Pascal for his parting