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 1  I, 1|  accustomed to being bare. His legs, in blue stockings, looked
 2  I, 1|       daring even to cross his legs or lean on his elbow; and
 3  I, 3|     and Farmer Rouault, on his legs again, came and went, making
 4  I, 3|     liked old cider, underdone legs of mutton, glorias5 well
 5  I, 4| fricassees, stewed veal, three legs of mutton, and in the middle
 6  I, 8|    against his trousers.~Their legs commingled; he looked down
 7  I, 8|     ground between his horse’s legs, and he picked up a cigar-case
 8 II, 3| water-lily an insect with fine legs crawled or rested. The sun
 9 II, 6|  astride the wall, swung their legs, kicking with their clogs
10 II, 8|        have descended into his legs, which rose in a cadence