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 1       II|       been tempted, is without mercy for those who have yielded
 2      XIX|        at that “little girl’s” mercy. Each glance of hers made
 3     XXII|    thought that she was at the mercy of her rival. She resolved
 4     XXIV|   themselves cowards. God have mercy upon me; my husband is dead!”~ ~
 5      XXV|     their knees, imploring the mercy and aid of a just God.~ ~
 6   XXVIII|   crime? No. A king can refuse mercy, but he cannot refuse justice.
 7   XXVIII|      her go would be an act of mercy. Did not Ney, on the morning
 8   XXVIII|     and kissed them, imploring mercy and forgiveness, swearing
 9     XXIX| presence here. You come to ask mercy for Monsieur d’Escorval.”~ ~“
10     XXIX|   Monsieur d’Escorval.”~ ~“Not mercy, but justice. The baron
11    XXXII|      on his knees, begging for mercy, and promising to betray
12    XLVII| despondency, “fate shows us no mercy. I have been watching over
13    XLVII|        is coming! he is at our mercy!”~ ~Maurice sprang up in
14     XLIX|      death would have seemed a mercy in comparison with such
15      LII|        would forever be at the mercy of this wretch, as she was
16      LII|      as she was already at the mercy of Aunt Medea.~ ~“In other
17      LII|      She was, moreover, at the mercy of three unscrupulous masters;