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 1        V|       his head bowed upon his breast, terribly anxious, and seeking
 2      XIV|    anxiety in M. d’Escorval’s breast had he seen the ferocity
 3     XXII| increasing the anger in every breast.~ ~Some were of the opinion
 4    XXIII|      large wound in his right breast.~ ~“You have been fighting!”
 5      XXX|        Intense joy filled his breast; he raised the letter that
 6     XXXI|       thought awakened in his breast the frenzy that renders
 7    XXXIX|     folded tightly across her breast, she said, angrily:~ ~“Why
 8      XLV|   hands convulsively upon her breast, and sank into the armchair,
 9        L|      had been lifted from her breast. But a new idea, which was
10      LII|       head was bowed upon his breast; he held an open letter
11       LV|     her hands folded upon her breast, she seemed only asleep.~ ~