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 1 1| devoutly offered the tip of our tongue to some good priest for
 2 1|       journalist! But hold your tongue, we are going through a
 3 1|     mischievous eyes and bitter tongue, lay in wait for epigrams
 4 1|   slipped by degrees from every tongue; and then slander began
 5 1|           No." ~"Then hold your tongue, you sceptic." ~"Sceptics
 6 2|         is quite as sharp as my tongue.' ~"One of Foedora's most
 7 3|      pathetic song in a foreign tongue. ~"He is epileptic," muttered
 8 3|         over one ear, and sharp tongue, all denoted the species. ~"
 9 3|       the nervous fibres of his tongue to the skin; he had skill
10 3|     madman. ~"Make him hold his tongue," the young man had said