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 1        I|    he said this he shook his clinched fist menacingly at a white
 2       VI|    around my vineyard!”~ ~He clinched his hands, his eyes blazed
 3       XI|     eyes flashing, and hands clinched.~ ~“Good God!” he exclaimed; “
 4      XVI|     in his mad excitement he clinched his hands as if he were
 5       XX|  with a terrible blow of his clinched fist.~ ~“You lie, wretch!”
 6     XXIV| disclosed teeth convulsively clinched, and a large dark-blue circle
 7    XXVII|    eyes, their teeth tightly clinched. They were army officers
 8    XXXII|     Traitor! traitor!’”~ ~He clinched his fists; he seemed to
 9    XXXIX|      mantel heavily with his clinched fist.~ ~“My God!” he exclaimed; “
10    XXXIX|  bounded from his chair with clinched fists.~ ~“Ah, the wretch!”
11     XLII|    and departed, shaking his clinched fist at the chateau, and
12    XLIII|    her hands so convulsively clinched that the nails penetrated
13     XLIV|      became livid; his hands clinched involuntarily, but he controlled
14    XLVII|     With a heavy blow of his clinched fist, Jean Lacheneur made