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1      XVI|     words, by all that I hold sacred in this world, by the memory
2      XXV| Maurice was only fulfilling a sacred duty. She would have loved
3     XXVI|       cowardice, swore by the sacred name of thunder that this
4    XXVII|       by all that I hold most sacred——”~ ~“Hold your tongue!”
5    XXVII|     beneath its feet the most sacred rules of justice.~ ~The
6    XXVII|       you of what is due your sacred calling? Hold your peace,
7    XLVII|       despair thus; you owe a sacred duty to your child.”~ ~He
8     LIII|    must be consecrated to one sacred purpose; he would not divert