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1       XI| Monsieur de Sairmeuse, already ashamed of his injustice, said to
2      XII|    kind.~ ~Martial was silent, ashamed, perhaps, of allowing himself
3    XVIII|        was dying.~ ~But he was ashamed of this weakness, which
4      XXX|        suddenly he started up, ashamed of his weakness. He must
5    XLVII|  heavily upon his arm.~ ~“I am ashamed to confess it,” she said
6   XLVIII|      weakness of which she was ashamed. It was the most eloquent
7      LIV|        du Dragon, and Martial, ashamed and irresolute, had not