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 1        I|              visible upon each face; lips were placed cautiously at
 2        I|           the expression of his thin lips betrayed diabolical cunning
 3        I|              ironical smile upon his lips and a gleam of malicious
 4        I|             and reluctantly from his lips, it was only because he
 5       II|           white foam gathered on his lips.~ ~He made the circuit of
 6       II|          toward me, almost glued her lips to my ear, and added:~ ~“‘
 7       II|         attached to her rosary to my lips, she said:~ ~“‘Swear by
 8       IV|          could not. If he opened his lips it would only be to pour
 9        V|              features distorted, his lips pale and trembling.~ ~“What
10       VI|              once dropped from their lips.~ ~The audacity of Maurice
11       VI|         subject had ever escaped the lips of the baron or of M. Lacheneur,
12       VI|         hands, he raised them to his lips, faltering:~ ~“Thanks! you
13      VII|            obsequious smile upon his lips.~ ~And through the half-open
14       IX|            her hand raised it to his lips.~ ~But this hand, which
15       IX|          from the contraction of her lips, from the redness of the
16       XI|          Such an expression from the lips of this haughty young aristocrat!
17     XIII|            blue eyes and her pouting lips. She was a blonde, but one
18     XIII|          name of Marie-Anne upon the lips of Mlle. de Courtornieu,
19       XV|            His face was scarlet, his lips were parched. She took his
20       XV|             so incoherently from his lips that it was impossible to
21      XVI|         These words from Lacheneur’s lips astonished the baron.~ ~
22     XVII|              sweetest smile upon her lips as she greeted Marie-Anne.
23     XVII|             s name trembled upon her lips; but unfortunately she did
24    XVIII|            hand and raised it to his lips, crying, with the joyous
25      XIX|            smile upon Chanlouineau’s lips when he requested him to
26     XXIV|           her half-opened, colorless lips disclosed teeth convulsively
27     XXIV|              eyes of the priest, his lips trembled, but he held his
28     XXIV|           own had almost escaped his lips. But visited by a sudden
29      XXV|           drew her to him, and their lips and their tears met in one
30      XXV|            the dead man. Between his lips they found a paper, which
31    XXVII|         faint smile flitted over the lips of the young farmer, as
32    XXVII|      belonged to him, brought to his lips.~ ~But Chanlouineau sprang
33    XXVII|             them, had still upon his lips a smile of confidence.~ ~
34    XXVII|           hand over the poor youth’s lips.~ ~But the priest would
35    XXVII|              forsaken Chanlouineau’s lips.~ ~
36   XXVIII|             his arms and pressed his lips to her pallid cheek.~ ~“
37     XXIX|            she could not unclose her lips.~ ~“I am only a poor girl,
38     XXIX|     insulting reply that rose to his lips. Trembling with suppressed
39     XXIX|             A foam gathered upon his lips, his eyes seemed starting
40      XXX|              life and liberty to his lips, and enthusiastically exclaimed:~ ~“
41    XXXII|          name of Marie-Anne upon his lips.~ ~
42     XXXV|              opportunity to open his lips, he began to tell him his
43    XXXVI|             a reproach to escape his lips, and whose protection over
44   XXXVII|            Turin.”~ ~M. d’Escorval’s lips moved as if he were murmuring
45  XXXVIII|             unmoved, with compressed lips and downcast eyes; but appearances
46    XXXIX|              tears and to compel her lips to smile.~ ~“Really this
47    XXXIX|            bewitching smile upon her lips, Madame Blanche spared neither
48       XL| imperceptible smile curved Martial’s lips.~ ~“I believe, on the contrary,
49      XLI|              fixed upon vacancy, her lips contracted as if by a spasm,
50     XLII|         arena, with a smile upon his lips.~ ~Falling, she intended
51     XLII|          received the order from the lips of the duke himself.~ ~This
52     XLII|             demoniac light; his thin lips were tightly drawn over
53     XLII|           foam had gathered upon his lips. Still, he recognized his
54     XLII|            question that rose to her lips. What humiliation! But she
55     XLIV|          shall never lift food to my lips without dread of poison.
56     XLIV|           plan. She rose, forced her lips to smile, and as if nothing
57      XLV|            bowl she raised it to her lips.~ ~From her hiding-place
58     XLVI|         brought a bloody foam to her lips, her head sank back, and
59     XLVI|           piece of red-hot iron; her lips were parched and swollen;
60     XLVI|              The unfortunate woman’s lips moved, but the death-rattle
61    XLVII|              he prayed only with his lips. In spite of his efforts,
62    XLVII|        hideous smile curved his thin lips.~ ~“If the child is alive,”
63    XLVII|               not a word escaped his lips.~ ~Wonderful as was his
64   XLVIII|       Borderie, pale as a ghost, his lips still cold from the kiss
65        L|          have brought a smile to the lips of Mme. Blanche.~ ~She then
66       LI|           very pale, and she bit her lips until the blood came.~ ~“
67      LII|               her eyes troubled, her lips trembling.~ ~“Chupin!” she
68      LIV|          smile that curved the man’s lips; and had he examined his
69      LIV|             These cries escaping the lips of Mme. Blanche and Camille