1 "Oh, Scarlett, you are so young you wring my heart," he said.
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2 It makes me kind of faint to wring an old goose's neck.
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3 They were gulping at their canteens, fierce to wring every mite of water from them, and they polished at their swollen and watery features with coat sleeves and bunches of grass.
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4 Like his Master, he knew that, if he saved others, himself he could not save; nor could utmost extremity wring from him words, save of prayers and holy trust.
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5 While this dialogue was proceeding, Cedric was endeavouring to wring out of those who guarded him an avowal of their character and purpose.
6 Isaac groaned deeply, and began to wring his hands, and to relapse into his state of desolation and despair.
7 Full of this resolve to marry in haste, and wring the heart of the proud girl, Wildeve went his way.
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8 You will wring no more hearts as you wrung mine.
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9 An excessive emotion was required to wring from him, once or twice a year, that lugubrious laugh of the convict, which is like the echo of the laugh of a demon.
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10 The peculiar feature of the violences of destiny is, that however polished or cool we may be, they wring human nature from our very bowels, and force it to reappear on the surface.
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11 He approached Marius, who still lay livid and motionless, and to whom the physician had returned, and began once more to wring his hands.
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12 But the count, disregarding his cry, continued to wring the bandit's wrist, until, his arm being dislocated, he fell first on his knees, then flat on the floor.
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13 We can only shave our heads for them and wring the tears from our cheeks.
14 In a long life of acts which were often not pleasant to do, and which sometimes did wring my heart, I have never had so heavy a task as now.
15 And the little princess began to cry capriciously like a suffering child and to wring her little hands even with some affectation.
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