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 1 6 |  unsew the shroud, and taking hold of it by one end suddenly
 2 6 |  fastened up the coffin, took hold of each end of it, and began
 3 9 |     the back of her chair and hold her chest in her hands every
 4 13|   What was the meaning of the hold which this woman had taken
 5 16|     upon a passion which laid hold on me in spite of myself,
 6 17|      of these means, he could hold out no longer; he wrote
 7 21|   What are we to do, then?" ~"Hold together, my good Marguerite,
 8 24|     was not enough. I saw the hold which I had upon this woman,
 9 24| opened, from time to time, to hold me fast, and fell back helplessly
10 24| porter. ~There was nothing to hold me in Paris any longer,
11 26|     There was nothing left to hold me to life. My existence
12 26|      that a woman's heart can hold and give, and you are far
13 26|     that I am! I can scarcely hold the pen with which I write
14 26|    have died with a friend to hold my hand. It is true that
15 26|      the bed, as if she would hold on to her life, which was