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1      XII| swoon, then lifting her head haughtily in her pride and disdain.~ ~
2     XXII|      are you?” she demanded, haughtily, “and what do you desire?”~ ~“
3    XXXIX|     say?”~ ~The bride turned haughtily to the servants.~ ~“Leave
4     XLII|   People did not look at her haughtily, or even curiously; but
5      LII| wrong impression,” she said, haughtily.~ ~He made haste to apologize;
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