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 1  I, 2 |       it was too long, with no soft inflections in the outlines.
 2  I, 2 |        round, playing with the soft down on the back of her
 3  I, 9 |      over which had fallen the soft curls of the pensive worker.
 4 II, 6 |     the window-panes fell with soft undulations.~The furniture
 5 II, 7 |  engulfed within her soul with soft shrieks such as the winter
 6 II, 8 |     provides us at once with a soft pillow for our bed, with
 7 II, 9 |       Rodolphe had put on high soft boots, saying to himself
 8 II, 9 |     wings, or else the hoarse, soft cry of the ravens flying
 9 II, 12| diamonds running together. The soft night was about them; masses
10 II, 15|       silver-gilt spurs of his soft boots, widening out at the
11 III, 1|   upwards. His cheek, with the soft skin reddened, she thought,
12 III, 6|       approached her, and in a soft voice said—~“It isn’t pleasant,
13 III, 8|   sheets with that hideous and soft movement of the dying, that