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1      VII|            To save himself from falling into the hands of the gendarmes,
2      XIX|       on the Reche.~ ~Night was falling, but it was still light
3      XXX|        air.~ ~M. d’Escorval was falling from a height of fifty feet;
4     XXXI|       gain the frontier without falling into the hands of the detachment
5     XXXI| stumbling over rocks, sometimes falling.~ ~Why he was not precipitated
6     XXXI|      for breath.~ ~Twilight was falling, but M. Lacheneur recognized
7     XLII|        a smile upon his lips.~ ~Falling, she intended to fall gracefully.~ ~“
8     XLVI|         stole over her. She was falling asleep in the arms of death.~ ~
9     XLIX|     sound of the clods of earth falling upon Marie-Anne’s coffin;