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1    XXIII|   faint flush tinged Martial’s cheek; but it was in his usual
2   XXVIII| pressed his lips to her pallid cheek.~ ~“Now adieu,” he said
3   XXXIII|      blood mount to his pallid cheek, and that was on the morning
4    XXXVI|     the color came back to her cheek and her strength returned.~ ~“
5     XLIV|      suffused Jean Lacheneur’s cheek; he hesitated for a moment,
6     XLVI|        she could feel upon her cheek her rival’s breath, which
7       LI|   flush of impatience dyed the cheek of Mme. Blanche.~ ~“You
8       LI|      humble; buffeted upon one cheek, I offered the other. I