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 1  I, 1  |       nostrils to breathe in the sweet odours of the country which
 2  I, 4  |        were decanters of brandy. Sweet bottled-cider frothed round
 3  I, 6  |     Fiddle, but above all of the sweet friendship of some dear
 4  I, 9  |       fourteen, an orphan with a sweet face. She forbade her wearing
 5 II, 2  |        true end of art. It is so sweet, amid all the disenchantments
 6 II, 3  |     square feet of lavender, and sweet peas stung on sticks. Dirty
 7 II, 4  |         preserves, vinegars, and sweet liqueurs; he knew also all
 8 II, 4  |     conversation seemed the more sweet to them because it was unheard.~
 9 II, 8  |          sun, were the colour of sweet cider, and their puffy whiskers
10 II, 9  |        was everywhere; something sweet seemed to come forth from
11 II, 12 |           I will love you!”~“How sweet you are!” he said, seizing
12 II, 14 |        home. They were hot; some sweet cider was brought out, and
13 III, 5 |         look at me! Something so sweet comes from your eyes that
14 III, 5 |      often said to him, with her sweet, melancholy voice—~“Ah!
15 III, 8 |    quickly in a love voice; in a sweet, melting voice, “I want
16 III, 8 | lamentations of this poor heart, sweet and indistinct like the
17 III, 10|        oats, emptied a bottle of sweet cider into the manger, and
18 III, 11|      care of her. But she was so sweet, so pretty, and her little