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1       XV|   marquis, and Lacheneur’s feigned anger were mingled in inextricable
2    XVIII|   faltered, forgetting his feigned anger; “I have no projects.”~ ~“
3      XXI|   But his tranquillity was feigned; the look which he cast
4    XXXIX| have it so,” he said, with feigned reluctance.~ ~His daughter
5      XLI|    which certainly was not feigned.~ ~Day after day passed
6   XLVIII| that weakness could not be feigned. Poor girl! she is my wife,
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