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 1      III|      feet and the bread from his mouth. Bertrande’s daughter, messieurs,
 2        V|       His calm eyes, his serious mouth, his broad, furrowed forehead,
 3     XXXV|         of blood gushed from his mouth. His clothing was hacked—
 4    XXXVI| Self-interest alone has kept his mouth closed. He has seen your
 5      XLI|         rapidity news flies from mouth to mouth.~ ~Strange as it
 6      XLI|         news flies from mouth to mouth.~ ~Strange as it may seem,
 7     XLVI|        moved it, produced in her mouth the terrible sensation of
 8    XLVII|      tongue was hanging from her mouth.~ ~“Dead!” faltered the
 9      LII|          staring eyes and gaping mouth. His wonder was increased
10      LIV|           and with a pipe in his mouth, and clad in a workman’s