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1 2 |     The corsage,~rising to the throat, moulded the splendid contour
2 6 |        heavy~masses beside the throat, like the coif of the statues
3 9 |     soft~inward movements; his throat was tight, his heart swelled,
4 9 |     like a white camellia. The throat, visible to~the eye though
5 18|  gossamer, was wound about her throat to~diminish its length,
6 20| choicest cookery scrapes~their throat like barley-bread, and life
7 21|       lips drove back into her~throat the bitter words that pain
8 26|    where he began to clear his throat, 'broum, broum!'~and cough,