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 1        V|     gentle even to the verge of weakness.~ ~To this nobility of character
 2       VI|        he finally conquered the weakness that had threatened to master
 3        X|       The duke was kind even to weakness; Martial full of deference.
 4       XI|        degenerate into positive weakness. And—why should I not confess
 5       XV|     strength, she conquered her weakness and, dragging herself to
 6    XVIII|      But he was ashamed of this weakness, which he judged unworthy
 7   XXVIII|         hanging arms.~ ~But the weakness did not last long; she again
 8   XXVIII| overcome.~ ~But he mastered his weakness after a little and in a
 9      XXX|      started up, ashamed of his weakness. He must not allow these
10      XXX|     been of service to him. His weakness had passed; his sang-froid
11     XXXI|  indignant with himself for his weakness, was already trying to shake
12    XXXII|      had witnessed his apparent weakness would say of him.~ ~“This
13    XXXIV|       Martial had conquered his weakness. He seemed to deliberate
14    XXXVI|         feet.~ ~This persistent weakness began to astonish the old
15    XLIII|        were capable of cowardly weakness under such provocation!”~ ~
16     XLIV|  already mastered his momentary weakness, though not without a terrible
17    XLVII|          The abbe conquered his weakness, and approaching the poor
18   XLVIII|      from reading in her eyes a weakness of which she was ashamed.
19   XLVIII|     thought; “that pallor, that weakness could not be feigned. Poor
20        L|        I will conquer my absurd weakness.”~ ~But when evening came