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1      III|     while he played with his knife and fork, pretending to
2       IX| Marie-Anne shuddered as if a knife had entered her very heart;
3     XXXI|   Piedmontese.~ ~He drew his knife from his pocket, and making
4     XXXI|      in hell if I ever use a knife at my repasts until I have
5   XXXVII|   not the hand that held the knife, although he had never before
6     XLII|   shadow, with that terrible knife in his hand.~ ~Seeing Mme.
7    XLIII|     body he shall plunge his knife.”~ ~What irritated the old
8     XLVI|  upon him, and, plunging his knife four times into the old