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1    XXVII|      upon the table with his fists, at last succeeded in reducing
2    XXXII| traitor!’”~ ~He clinched his fists; he seemed to be meditating
3    XXXIX|      his chair with clinched fists.~ ~“Ah, the wretch!” he
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