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 1       XI|        head gravely.~ ~“You are quick to condemn, sir,” he said,
 2       XX|         Sairmeuse; “my pistols! Quick!”~ ~The servant was about
 3    XXIII|     addressing the priest, “and quick—take Mademoiselle Lacheneur.
 4     XXIV|     intently,” said he, in that quick and imperious voice that
 5     XXIX|        into the twilight with a quick, alert step, he felt a sudden
 6     XXIX|    emotion, and in a second his quick mind revolved all the possibilities
 7     XXXI| scarcely discernible.”~ ~With a quick movement Balstain’s wife
 8  XXXVIII|          We have cut him to the quick,” he thought.~ ~When Martial
 9      XLI|         radiant Marie-Anne. Her quick, alert tread had become
10     XLII|        Mme. Blanche exclaimed. “Quick! we must not be seen together.
11       LV|        shrewdness. His mind was quick to act, and fertile in resources.