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1       XI|      my father to the verge of frenzy. And what good would it
2     XXIX|     interrupted the duke, in a frenzy of passion; “the facts!”~ ~“
3     XXIX| profound despair succeeded his frenzy. He buried his face in his
4     XXXI|     awakened in his breast the frenzy that renders a hunted wild
5  XXXVIII|      of being the cause of his frenzy, she had not been entirely
6    XLVII| repeated Maurice, in a sort of frenzy.~ ~And, as the abbe remained
7     LIII|     dissipation with a sort of frenzy. Was she endeavoring to
8      LIV|       This increased Martial’s frenzy; and with one supreme effort