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 1  I, 1 |     rising late, smoking long porcelain pipes, not coming in at
 2  I, 8 | chosen. On the large stove of porcelain inlaid with copper baguettes
 3  I, 8 |   heightened by the pallor of porcelain, the shimmer of satin, the
 4  I, 8 |       the basket-shaped racks porcelain slabs bore the names of
 5 II, 6 |    empty heavens was white as porcelain. But a gust of wind bowed
 6 II, 12|     not dare to wake her. The porcelain night-light threw a round
 7 III, 6|     ostrich feathers, Chinese porcelain, and trunks; she borrowed
 8 III, 7|      the dining-room.~A large porcelain stove crackled beneath a
 9 III, 7|      your feet up against the porcelain.”~She was afraid of dirtying
10 III, 8|  sticking to the sides of the porcelain.~“This is extraordinary—