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1      XVI|     the perspiration from his brow, he turned to look back
2      XVI|        I come to you——”~ ~The brow of the former master of
3     XXXI|       firm tread, a dauntless brow, a calm and assured mien.~ ~
4     XXXV| situation, stood out upon his brow when he felt that half his
5    XXXVI|   wrought deep furrows on his brow, and his glance was as keen
6    XLVII|       of crimson suffused the brow of the priest.~ ~“You have
7    XLVII|     kiss upon the dead girl’s brow, and left the room.~ ~“And
8   XLVIII|       the kiss pressed on the brow of the dead, he said to