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 1       II|       quiet spot where they can lie down and die.~ ~He seemed
 2       VI|      peasant, but never would I lie down in the dust before
 3       XX|       his clinched fist.~ ~“You lie, wretch!” he thundered,
 4      XXV|         to his.~ ~“Ah! I should lie if I said that. My cowardly
 5    XXVII|         power of speech.~ ~“You lie, scoundrel! you lie!” he
 6    XXVII|         You lie, scoundrel! you lie!” he gasped.~ ~“Send for
 7    XXVII|   senseless enterprise.”~ ~“You lie!”~ ~The baron paled beneath
 8     XXXI|  Antoines! Enter our house, and lie down upon the bed while
 9     XXXI|       his hiding-place.”~ ~“You lie, impostor!” vociferated
10     XXXI| vociferated the innkeeper; “you lie!”~ ~The soldiers did not
11     XLIV|       better than the continual lie she was forced to live.~ ~
12    XLVII|   forehead and her chaste looks lie? And he—Maurice—he whom