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 1        I|      eyes, he was recounting the shame and the misery of the invasion.~ ~
 2       IV|        something like a sense of shame, exclaimed:~ ~“Monsieur
 3       IX|          shall I add despair and shame to his sorrows? His friends
 4       XI|      which is his honor and your shame. Ah! you thought to degrade
 5     XIII|            and I feel no~ ~false shame in asking you to aid me.
 6     XVII| frankness, and without any false shame, she confessed that all
 7     XVII|      exclaimed. “Great God! what shame! what humiliation!”~ ~“And
 8    XXIII|       must die, and thus hide my shame. I must, it shall be so!”~ ~
 9      XXV|         faltered. “The future of shame that I saw—that I still—
10    XXVII|   Silence! You should blush with shame for having constituted yourself
11    XXVII|     furious reaction had not—oh, shame!—been able to find a defender.~ ~“
12    XXVII|    should sink to the earth with shame. You, a priest, mingle with
13     XXIX|             What humiliation and shame—! Now, indeed, was her cup
14     XXIX|        her head, crimsoning with shame to the roots of her hair;
15     XXXI|      which he would receive; the shame and condemnation that would
16     XXXI|          I obliged to endure the shame of confessing that my own
17   XXXIII|      your father propose it? The shame should fall on him. He should
18  XXXVIII|         have brought upon me the shame of having my word doubted
19      XLI|         city, curiosity has some shame; it hides itself while it
20     XLII|    creature lost to all sense of shame.~ ~And yet, though she had
21     XLVI|        that I was! I dreaded the shame— then Maurice insisted—I
22    XLVII|          how did she conceal her shame?” he continued. “No one
23      LII|         face white with rage and shame beneath her tiara of diamonds.