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 1      XVI|     father entreats you on his knees—a father who says to you: ‘
 2     XXII|      Aunt Medea. “He is on his knees before that miserable Marie-Anne—
 3     XXIV|        words, he sank upon his knees, hiding his face in his
 4      XXV|     Marie-Anne fell upon their knees, imploring the mercy and
 5   XXVIII|      found Chanlouineau on his knees, his features distorted
 6      XXX|      wild with grief, upon his knees at the bedside of his mother.~ ~
 7      XXX|        the baron rose from his knees.~ ~All sorts of contradictory
 8     XXXI| innkeeper’s wife, still on her knees before him, “they have just
 9    XXXII|        We have seen him on his knees, begging for mercy, and
10     XXXV|       screwed his feet and his knees into the crevices of the
11     XXXV|    torn and bleeding hands and knees.~ ~But he had succeeded
12     XLIV|      mood.~ ~She fell upon her knees, and with clasped hands
13    XLVII|      elbows supported upon his knees, he sat there as silent