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1      XVI|          robust farmer had turned livid. “It is decided,” said Lacheneur,
2     XXIV|       crossed upon their breasts, livid, bloody, their eyes staring
3    XXXIV|     Courtornieu obeyed. He became livid; the paper trembled in his
4     XLII|      every movement. His face was livid, and a white foam had gathered
5     XLIV|           young man’s face became livid; his hands clinched involuntarily,
6      XLV| frightfully changed. Her face was livid and mottled with purple