Before the look of loathing in his handsome face Gonzaga cringed.
I, in the background, noted their black looks at me even as they cringed.
Whenever she passed him she cringed as if expectant of a blow.
She cringed at the thought, for what was she that a man should die in her service?
And there was a time when Europe cringed at the clank of the Prussian sword!
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