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 1  I, 1  |            while he sat kicking his feet against the wall. After
 2  I, 5  |        months with the widow, whose feet in bed were cold as icicles.
 3  I, 7  |         crackled softly beneath her feet. The sun was setting; the
 4  I, 8  |          uttered its sonorous note, feet marked time, skirts swelled
 5  I, 9  |            holes in his blouse; his feet were bare in list slippers.
 6 II, 2  |         precipices, and, a thousand feet below one, whole valleys
 7 II, 3  |            of lettuce, a few square feet of lavender, and sweet peas
 8 II, 3  |             d rub your little one’s feet with it; they’re as tender
 9 II, 5  |             on his stomach, his two feet on the fender, his two cheeks
10 II, 5  |         came there to dip their red feet and white wings in its gutters.
11 II, 8  |            her poor clothes. On her feet she wore heavy wooden clogs,
12 II, 12 | exasperation. Emma was stamping her feet as she repeated—~“Oh! what
13 II, 12 |             understand. About three feet by a foot and a half, as
14 II, 14 |          Man of the World at Mary’s Feet, by Monsieur de —, decorated
15 II, 14 |            solitudes to shed at the feet of Christ all the tears
16 III, 1 |           is four hundred and forty feet high, nine less than the
17 III, 5 |            her clothes, feeling her feet grow colder and colder,
18 III, 6 |            the thousands of dancing feet. And now the smell of the
19 III, 7 |            poked the fire, both his feet on the fire-dogs.~Once the
20 III, 7 |        shoulders as she stamped her feet. He heard her murmuring—~“
21 III, 7 |      fashion. But noticing that her feet were damp, he said—~“Do
22 III, 7 |       closer to the stove; put your feet up against the porcelain.”~
23 III, 8 |         front of the fire, both his feet on the mantelpiece, smoking
24 III, 8 |       fields. The earth beneath her feet was more yielding than the
25 III, 8 |          icy cold creeping from her feet to her heart.~“Ah! it is
26 III, 8 |      nightgown, from which her bare feet peeped out. She looked wonderingly
27 III, 8 |       finally upon the soles of the feet, so swift of yore, when
28 III, 10|        again mounted his nag, whose feet struck fire as it dashed