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1     VIII|      She is kneeling to say her prayers. She murmurs my name after
2       IX|       father. If, moved by your prayers, he gave his consent, I
3     XXII|  lighted to serve as torches.~ ~Prayers and threats were alike unavailing. “
4     XXII| proceeding farther.~ ~But their prayers are unheeded.~ ~The peasants
5     XXIX|         God, Thou hast heard my prayers!” murmured the baroness.~ ~
6     XLIV|         well the uselessness of prayers and entreaties.~ ~And yet
7     XLIV|       remain insensible to such prayers. Jean Lacheneur’s heart
8    XLVII|        began the recital of the prayers for the dead, entreating