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 1  I, 1 |  rose here and there, like a damp cracker going off, a stifled
 2  I, 2 |      pots of all sizes. Some damp clothes were drying inside
 3  I, 2 |    an odour of iris-root and damp sheets that escaped from
 4  I, 8 | falling. She breathed in the damp wind that refreshed her
 5  I, 9 |   tables, poked his arm into damp beds, received the tepid
 6  I, 9 |      walls that sweated, the damp flags; all the bitterness
 7 II, 2 |     about her shoulders like damp linen. The walls were new
 8 II, 6 |     shook their wings in the damp thickets, and the pools
 9 II, 8 |    in his cellar, and so the damp powder would not light,
10 II, 9 |      come? Ah! your dress is damp.”~“I love you,” she answered,
11 II, 10| propitious on account of the damp.”~“Nevertheless,” replied
12 II, 14|     yellow by the flies, the damp napkins stained with cheap
13 III, 7|  noticing that her feet were damp, he said—~“Do get closer
14 III, 9| night, the passing wind, the damp odours rising from the ground.~