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 1        V|     mouth, his broad, furrowed forehead, and his austere manners
 2      XVI|      blush suffused throat and forehead, but it was in a calm voice
 3     XXIV|     passed her hand across her forehead, thickly beaded with cold
 4     XXIV|       angry blood mount to his forehead. Fortunately, a warning
 5   XXVIII|  himself a heavy blow upon the forehead.~ ~“I am an old stupid!”
 6     XXXI|        and kissed her upon the forehead.~ ~“I have a daughter, young
 7     XLII|   spoke the servant tapped his forehead with the end of his forefinger.~ ~“
 8      XLV|  re-passed her hand across her forehead, which was bathed in a cold
 9    XLVII|       as a saint! Did her pure forehead and her chaste looks lie?
10      LIV| Martial’s blood mounted to his forehead.~ ~“Can it be that she has