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 1        I|     listening to him with pale cheeks and set teeth, Father Chupin
 2       IV|       rich blood crimsoned her cheeks, her dark eyes flashed brilliantly,
 3    XVIII|       had returned to the pale cheeks of Maurice.~ ~“Such a conspiracy
 4    XXVII|     streamed down the wrinkled cheeks of several.~ ~“That one
 5   XXXIII|        fleeting color dyed his cheeks.~ ~“The Montaignac police
 6     XXXV|    With tears rolling down his cheeks, he related the details
 7      XLI|       rolled silently down her cheeks.~ ~Abbe Midon, who was greatly
 8     XLIV| Montaignac.~ ~Breathless, with cheeks on fire, Marie-Anne watched
 9     XLVI|       face, the spots upon her cheeks became more pronounced in
10     XLVI|   perspiration rolled down her cheeks.~ ~Her sufferings must have
11    XLVII|   tears rolled slowly down his cheeks.~ ~“He is saved!” thought
12        L|    tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she looked sadly, yet