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1    XXIII|   and he wished that every ball had pierced his own heart.~ ~
2    XXIII|  had been fired, but not a ball had struck him. His enemies
3   XLVIII| themselves by an extempore ball.~ ~They were still dancing
4     LIII|   lungs on leaving a fancy ball, which she attended in an
5      LIV|  meet his accomplices at a ball at the Rainbow—a public-house
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