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 1     XIII|      in his countenance.~ ~He pressed the hands of M. de Sairmeuse
 2      XVI| impression upon the baron, he pressed his hand as if to bid him
 3      XXI|     He extended his arms, and pressed his beloved son convulsively
 4   XXVIII|   clasped her in his arms and pressed his lips to her pallid cheek.~ ~“
 5     XXXI|    took his friend’s hand and pressed it tenderly.~ ~“Ah! you
 6    XXXVI|      completed, the physician pressed his hand.~ ~“It is just
 7     XLIV|      took her in his arms and pressed her to his heart.~ ~“Poor
 8      XLV|    and disappeared.~ ~Blanche pressed Aunt Medea’s arm with a
 9      XLV|   with nausea, she staggered, pressed her hands convulsively upon
10    XLVII|     then suddenly he stopped, pressed a kiss upon the dead girl’
11   XLVIII|      still cold from the kiss pressed on the brow of the dead,