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 1       II|       was the decree of his own conscience, that faint voice which
 2        V|  unalterable serenity of a pure conscience.~ ~The baron was still young;
 3       IX|       utterly wretched if one’s conscience is clean, and one’s duty
 4       XI|      merely to appease your own conscience. He will never forgive the
 5    XXVII|    strong enough to trouble the conscience of these judges.~ ~“I will
 6    XXXVI|  reassure Marie-Anne’s troubled conscience. Poor girl! she was suffering
 7       XL|     never be repaired. May your conscience forgive you, as I, myself,
 8    XLIII|    provocation!”~ ~The voice of conscience was unheard in this tumult
 9     XLIV| sensitive to the whisperings of conscience than to the clamors of the
10   XLVIII|        been to Martial; and his conscience told him that he was not
11       LI|        Borderie; the clamors of conscience sank into faint whispers.~ ~
12      LII|        terrible as the voice of conscience, might make itself heard
13     LIII|        death to examine her own conscience, she saw plainly that by
14     LIII|     discussion; and to ease his conscience, he sent one of his men