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 1  I, 3 |   herself, now joyous, opening big naive eyes, then with her
 2  I, 4 |     for the occasion were some big girls of fourteen or sixteen,
 3  I, 6 |        and on the sly lent the big girls some novel, that she
 4  I, 7 |      nettles growing round the big stones, and the patches
 5  I, 8 |       the shafts that were too big for him. The loose reins
 6  I, 9 |     dreaming of some shop in a big town—at Rouen, for example,
 7 II, 1 |  turbid alcohol, and above the big door of the inn the old
 8 II, 1 |        Francais’ closed with a big placard on the shutters.
 9 II, 6 |    raised the cotton covering. Big tears lay in the corner
10 II, 7 |      letters! A phlebotomy’s a big affair, isn’t it! And a
11 II, 9 |      put between her teeth the big pipe that lay on the table
12 II, 12|      his child. She would grow big now; every season would
13 II, 12|   childlike voice, despite the big tears which were falling, “
14 II, 13|      finger into it, and let a big drop fall on the paper,
15 III, 2|       time whilst she sewed, a big tear rolled along her nose
16 III, 5| yourself all at once of such a big sum as that.”~Then she looked
17 III, 8|   perched on the bed.~“Oh, how big your eyes are, mamma! How
18 III, 8|     bending over it, until the big tears fell from her eyes.
19 III, 9|     sank down, he let fall his big black boot, and began to