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 1       VI|        truth. The unhappy girl, crimson with happy blushes the moment
 2     XIII|        as she spoke; she turned crimson at the thought of Martial’
 3     XVII|   flowers?”~ ~Marie-Anne turned crimson. She did not speak for a
 4    XXVII|          his face a little more crimson, and his air a trifle more
 5    XXXII|           Martial’s face turned crimson, and he looked searchingly
 6    XXXVI|      that Maurice felt his face crimson to the roots of his hair.~ ~“
 7    XXXVI| frontier at Montaignac.”~ ~From crimson Maurice had turned white.
 8  XXXVIII|         to fight?”~ ~A flood of crimson dyed Martial’s face. He
 9     XLII|   scoundrel!” he said, his face crimson with indignation. “He should
10     XLII|       away her head to hide her crimson face, she said:~ ~“But he
11     XLIV|          And why?”~ ~A fleeting crimson suffused Jean Lacheneur’
12      XLV|      the house.~ ~A flickering, crimson light gleamed through two
13    XLVII|    asked, harshly.~ ~A flood of crimson suffused the brow of the