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 1   1|         his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating
 2   2|         and nothing else!'' ~He spoke before the hour bell sounded,
 3   2|       out its strong hand as it spoke, and clasped him gently
 4   2|     that home's like Heaven! He spoke so gently to me one dear
 5   3|        a girl, appearing as she spoke. ~"Here's Martha, mother!''
 6   3|         a Christmas thought, or spoke below his breath to his
 7   3| observed this change, but never spoke of it, until they left a
 8   4|          for the Spirit neither spoke nor moved. ~"I am in the
 9   4|       truest word that ever was spoke,'' said Mrs Dilber. "It'
10   4|    patient creature if her face spoke truth; but she was thankful
11   4|         cheerful with them, and spoke pleasantly to all the family.
12   4|   returned Bob, "if you saw and spoke to him. I shouldn't be at