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 1  I, 1  |       the time of the St. Romain fair.~It would now be impossible
 2  I, 4  |      compliments of the bar to a fair young peasant. She bowed,
 3  I, 5  |     sinking into the down on her fair cheek, half hidden by the
 4  I, 6  | portraits of English ladies with fair curls, who looked at you
 5  I, 8  |        in a point at the back. A fair young woman sat in a high-backed
 6 II, 1  |         from the regular line of fair whiskers, which, encircling
 7 II, 2  |     gowns, the fine pores of her fair skin, and even her eyelids,
 8 II, 2  |         chimney a young man with fair hair watched her silently.~
 9 II, 8  |       people looked alike. Their fair flabby faces, somewhat tanned
10 II, 10 |      caught the other day at the fair at Yvetot, where I had gone
11 II, 13 |          and hair—hair! dark and fair, some even, catching in
12 III, 5 |        booth at the Saint Romain fair, or else ask him, laughing,
13 III, 5 |          Vincart (which was only fair) had deducted two hundred
14 III, 6 |         glances, that his thick, fair eyebrows hid, asked with
15 III, 7 |     looked out the ends of three fair curls drawn from the back
16 III, 11|     gracefully, letting the dear fair hair fall over her rosy