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 1  I, 1  |       then died away into single notes, growing quieter only with
 2  I, 7  |         wondered. She struck the notes with aplomb, and ran from
 3  I, 8  |   flourish of the violin and the notes of a horn. She went downstairs
 4  I, 9  |          thoughts leapt with the notes, swung from dream to dream,
 5 II, 8  |     importance now and then took notes in a book as he walked along.
 6 II, 13 |        and urgent, like business notes. He wanted to see the long
 7 II, 15 |      infinite sweetness, and the notes escaped from his bare neck
 8 II, 15 |      provocations at him in deep notes; Lucie uttered her shrill
 9 III, 4 |         little. She played wrong notes and blundered; then, stopping
10 III, 9 |         a pocket-book for taking notes.~Monsieur Bournisien was
11 III, 11| moustache, and, like her, signed notes of hand. She corrupted him