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 1  I, 2 |      at the whiteness of her nails. They were shiny, delicate
 2  I, 4 | covering his hands up to the nails, gave his arm to Madame
 3  I, 8 |    white gloves outlined the nails and tightened on the flesh
 4 II, 3 |    arranged. She noticed his nails which were longer than one
 5 II, 7 |     lemons for polishing her nails; she wrote to Rouen for
 6 II, 7 |       no doubt. He has dirty nails, and hasn’t shaved for three
 7 II, 11|     toes, on which the black nails looked as if made of iron,
 8 II, 12|   for him that she filed her nails with the care of a chaser,
 9 II, 15|   velvet of the box with her nails. She was filling her heart
10 III, 5|     that he slid between his nails. At last, opening his pocket-book,
11 III, 8|      the gate; she broke her nails against the lock in her