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 1 VI  |      languidly~stretched out upon a sofa in a dimly lighted boudoir.
 2 VII |        about."~ ~He sat down on the sofa in the boudoir, and leant
 3 VII |          and exiled Armand from the sofa~so soon as the sofa became
 4 VII |             the sofa~so soon as the sofa became dangerous ground.~ ~"
 5 VIII|         show. The match between the~sofa and confessional, black
 6 VIII| self-respect enough to stay on this sofa as~if you were lying on
 7 VIII|         covered the floor. ~A black sofa, a table littered with papers,
 8 VIII|             you are twisting on the sofa in your boudoir; and besides,
 9 IX  |             your~coquetries on your sofa, sincere again in this outpouring
10 IX  |             Duchess sat down on the sofa.~ ~"Why, what is the matter