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1       XI|   dog, rather than feel the weight of his finger upon him again.~ ~
2       XX| form, a trifle bowed by the weight of years, rose to its full
3     XXXV|     of the precipice by the weight he would be obliged to sustain.~ ~
4     XXXV|   capable of sustaining the weight of ten men like the baron.~ ~
5     XXXV|   his head fell back a dead weight. One would have supposed
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