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 1  I, 1 |              made him sit down on the edge of the bed, began to talk
 2  I, 2 |           sitting on the grass at the edge of a ditch.~“Are you the
 3  I, 2 |               little black shawl, the edge of which hung down between
 4  I, 2 | daughter-in-law seemed to put her own edge on her, and then, like two
 5  I, 7 |           nibbling the poppies on the edge of a cornfield.~Then gradually
 6  I, 8 |               Charles, on the extreme edge of the seat, held the reins
 7 II, 2 |               top of the hill, on the edge of the forest. Sometimes,
 8 II, 6 |           cries, cut the air with the edge of their wings, and swiftly
 9 II, 9 |            the gardens at the water’s edge, the yards, the walls and
10 II, 9 |             their steps, and with the edge of their shoes the horses
11 II, 10|       half-buried in the grass on the edge of a ditch. Emma, half-fainting
12 II, 12|              leaning over the water’s edge between the bulrushes~“To-morrow!”
13 II, 13|            boat. She was right at the edge, almost hanging, surrounded
14 III, 5|              temples beat against the edge of the open wound. He sang
15 III, 5|               of bills that is on the edge of the shelf.”~From that
16 III, 8|              head leaning against the edge of her bed, sobbing.~“Don’
17 III, 8|            his face bowed against the edge of the bed, his long black