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 1       II| terrible conflict raging in his soul.~ ~“Return!” he exclaimed. “
 2       II|      the depths of one’s secret soul.~ ~“I am only a depositary,
 3      III|    lightnings of an impassioned soul.~ ~Was he old or young?
 4        V|    every noble sentiment in her soul revolted against such injustice.~ ~
 5       VI|     touched by your grandeur of soul—yes, deeply touched. You
 6     VIII|  wandered about the park like a soul in distress, fearing, yet
 7       IX|        which had swept over his soul, as leaves are scattered
 8       XI|        and I am yours, body and soul— to do anything you desire.”~ ~
 9      XII|         and such an impassioned soul was hidden beneath such
10     XIII|   possessed the parched, hollow soul of an experienced woman
11      XIV|    struggle was going on in the soul of the young marquis; a
12    XVIII|        to you blindly, body and soul. Whatever your cause may
13      XXI|     appreciated the nobility of soul that Maurice displayed in
14   XXVIII|         reveal the secret of my soul and of my life. Now, I can
15   XXVIII|         that night I gave body, soul, and fortune to the cause.
16      XXX|      This certainly was a brave soul. The baron extended his
17     XXXI|         and in the depth of his soul he cursed death, which had
18     XXXI|     Virgin, hear my vow. May my soul burn in hell if I ever use
19   XXXIII|          assumed. In her inmost soul she was blessing this conspiracy
20     XXXV|          or in his pettiness of soul.~ ~Certainly much cowardice
21    XXXVI|  overwhelmed by the grandeur of soul exhibited by this peasant,
22    XXXVI|      memory of such nobility of soul and heroic self-sacrifice?~ ~
23  XXXVIII|    touched by the generosity of soul. But Jean was implacable.
24     XLII|     wildest anger convulsed her soul at the very moment, when,
25     XLII|    widow which pierced her very soul.~ ~They mocked her; they
26     XLIV|       her child, she felt as if soul and body were being rent
27      XLV|    slightest remorse struck her soul.~ ~Marie-Anne drank but
28    XLVII|        tremble in her innermost soul, he said, solemnly:~ ~“To
29   XLVIII|         place herself, body and soul, in Aunt Medea’s power.~ ~
30      LII|        found an echo in her own soul. Had he intended his words
31      LIV|      ray of pity penetrated his soul, for he vaguely realized