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 1      XVI|         it is you who are without pity. Do you not see what I suffer,
 2     XVII| overwhelmed you with her ironical pity and with her scorn? I tell
 3    XXVII|        wild beasts you would take pity on the poor wretches who
 4     XXIX|        seeing her anguish, he had pity.~ ~“Another reason,” said
 5    XXXVI|            No, fate had not taken pity upon them; it was only a
 6     XLVI|      sufficient to extinguish all pity in the heart of Mme. Blanche.~ ~“
 7     XLVI|      repentant.”~ ~No, she had no pity. She felt a difficulty in
 8   XLVIII|          give, at least, a tender pity in exchange for such devotion.~ ~“
 9     LIII|          said:~ ~“You have had no pity, Blanche. You have deprived
10      LIV|         to the ground.~ ~A ray of pity penetrated his soul, for