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1       II|   raised herself in bed, and, holding the crucifix attached to
2     XIII|    long eyelashes. He paused, holding his breath, in a delicious
3      XXX|    ear glued to the crevices, holding his breath in an agony of
4    XXXIV|    terror when he reappeared, holding an open letter in one hand
5    XXXIV| arm-chair, and Martial, still holding Jean Lacheneur by the arm,
6   XLVIII|  where was it? She remembered holding it in her hands.~ ~She sprang