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I see three threads which the Parcæ have woven into my life.
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The Spartan is weaving the webs of the Parcae for his own feet.
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The Parcæ shook their heads; even the Eumenides were silent.
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I flatter myself you will like my nieces, the Parcæ.
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So these Parcae, daughters of the shears, arranged and settled the young man's fate.
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The Parcae Sisters three have willed it so.
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Dare look the Parcae in the face, and they will tell you, Rome is the world.
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These causes of delay now vanished, the Parcae closed the abrupt woof, and lifted the impending shears.
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The Parcae have believers outside the Essenes.
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Do you believe in the Parcae?
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Fontaine might well be called, for she was seventy-eight years old, and looked like one of the Parcae.
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The Parcæ weave the thread of life for others; but love, yearning, and melancholy had woven it for him.
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'The constitution is in danger,' said the Parcæ in chorus.
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'They were not pleasant,' said Proserpine, 'I dreamt of my mother and the Parcæ.
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Fear and hatred of the Parcæ and the Eumenides equalled, however, in the breast of Proserpine, her affection for her husband.
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Though the Parcae have woven for me the destiny of a dog, it is the hand of Bacchus that shall sever the fatal thread!'