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1  I, 6 |         that recur in sermons, stirred within her soul depths of
2  I, 9 | vermilion. The many lives that stirred amid this tumult were, however,
3 II, 7 |       pressed against him, she stirred carefully the dying embers,
4 II, 9 |     the mist were like a beach stirred by the wind.~By the side,
5 II, 9 |     blue, the leaves no longer stirred. There were spaces full
6 II, 9 |       him with bowed head, and stirred the bits of wood on the
7 II, 15|     blew from the river gently stirred the border of the tick awnings
8 III, 4|       to see him, but he never stirred out that evening, nor all
9 III, 9|      but not so much as a leaf stirred.~A fine rain was falling: