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1 I  |      the Mediterranean, and a burning~sky, imagine a few palms
2 II |    extent the~imagery of that burning symphony; for him the chords
3 II |      like balm~on the lover's burning heart; it blossomed upon
4 III|    rose, had given place to a~burning glow, as of a porcelain
5 VI |    Behind him lay the hell of~burning sand, before him the earthly
6 VII|     forehead against Armand's~burning lips.~ ~"And then," Montriveau
7 VII| knowing that the~touch of his burning forehead had sent a swift
8 X  |       talk, and receive those burning glances of~yours; but you
9 X  |     one~on the fire; they are burning. You will never know what