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1      XIV|             murmured the voice of vanity; “and you possess what your
2       XX|       murmur at the change; their vanity was satisfied.~ ~Louis XVIII.
3     XXIX|        what extremity his wounded vanity would carry him, and if
4   XXXIII|         in discerning her intense vanity, her lack of principle,
5     XLII| resentment!~ ~But her indomitable vanity aroused within her the heroism
6   XLVIII|        cold, or so blase that his vanity is not pleased with the
7       LI|          of your lackeys, through vanity. And I endured all this;
8      LIV|           everything! All else is vanity.”~ ~He had really tried
9       LV|          those terrible wounds of vanity which are never healed.