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 1 1| frock-coat that he wore was well cut, but his cravat was on terms
 2 1|  humblest of our needs before he cut his throat, and that the
 3 1|        over midnight adventures, cut short by the cool thrust
 4 1|       man. ~"Something that will cut the leather, so that I can
 5 1|    stranger took it and tried to cut the skin above the lettering;
 6 1|         was not sure that he had cut anything away after all. ~"
 7 1|       from hell; and tyrannously cut him short. He said no more. ~"
 8 1|     restaurants, greenrooms - to cut it short, every lurking
 9 2|          to their beds to die. I cut my own hair till the day
10 2|         the heart-shaped opening cut in the shutters. Pauline
11 2|  organ-pipes. With my penknife I cut loopholes in them, through
12 3|   mounting, which he had used to cut the leaves of the book.
13 3|   pruning-knife from his pocket, cut two branches from an elder
14 3|       immediately. ~"Allow me to cut away a bit of this strange
15 3|         a razor in his desire to cut the skin; he tried to break
16 3|         philanthropy; the square cut of his coat, the loose folds