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1       II|       seeing her upon her bed, whiter than wax.~ ~“Ah! if I were
2       VI|    before, had suddenly become whiter than marble, as she looked
3     XVII|           Lacheneur’s face was whiter than his linen, and a sinister
4    XXVII| Nothing. The abbe, with a face whiter than the plastered walls,
5     XXXI|     against the door, her face whiter than her coif, her finger
6    XXXIX|    rage and hatred, and a face whiter than her bridal veil, she
7    XLVII|   about to fall; his face grew whiter than the plastered wall