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1     XVII|    your lover.”~ ~Marie-Anne tottered beneath the terrible blow,
2    XXIII|   seized him by the legs. He tottered like an oak beneath the
3     XXIV|  home before them.~ ~Maurice tottered, and almost dropped his
4    XLVII| Courage!”~ ~The stricken man tottered as if about to fall; his
5      LIV|      to its place.~ ~Then he tottered back to his own room, clinging
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