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 1       II| arm-chair in which he was seated tremble by a violent blow of his
 2       IX|        This thought made Maurice tremble. Connecting the stories
 3    XXIII|       that met his gaze made him tremble.~ ~Upon the table was a
 4     XXVI|   courage; let the evil-disposed tremble! As for the rabble, the
 5    XXVII|         panes of the only window tremble. A loud voice outside shouted, “
 6    XXXII|  wrathfully, “if I turn pale and tremble before the soldiers.”~ ~
 7    XXXII|       heard sounds that made him tremble. There was a great bustle
 8    XXXII|       single officer who did not tremble on thinking of his responsibility;
 9   XXXIII|       blood-stains, made Martial tremble.~ ~He had also been strongly
10    XXXVI|       would have made a passerby tremble, he said:~ ~“All things
11   XXXVII|       that made those around him tremble with anxiety. Jean Lacheneur,
12    XXXIX|       the Marquis de Courtornieu tremble, was far more efficacious
13     XLII|          of poisoning my wine; I tremble for my life and for my money.
14      XLV|       Why should she hesitate or tremble after that?~ ~Her only dread
15    XLVII|     confident and hopeful; and I tremble—I fear to tell him the truth.”~ ~“
16    XLVII|          have made the murderess tremble in her innermost soul, he
17       LI|          of such a life made her tremble; and she racked her brain
18     LIII|    recollection of whom made her tremble, and whose name she dared