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1       XI|      the neighborhood; saw the finger of scorn pointed at her,
2       XI|       his hunting cap with his finger, and replied:~ ~“It is true—
3       XI|    than feel the weight of his finger upon him again.~ ~This explosion
4       XX|        The old poacher put his finger on his lip, recommending
5     XXXI|      whiter than her coif, her finger pointing to the path that
6   XXXIII| dictator, she did not lift her finger to save a single one of
7     XXXV|        Bavois felt it with his finger; and, to his inexpressible
8      XLV| holy-water. Blanche dipped her finger in the bowl; it was full
9      XLV|       moistened the tip of her finger, and collected upon it a