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1  I, 9 |   size of a finger, women in pink turbans, Tyrolians in jackets,
2  I, 9 | droning through a curtain of pink taffeta under a brass claw
3 II, 6 |  flowed away carried off the pink flowers of an acacia.~“Ah!
4 II, 8 |   under the delicate skin. A pink line ran along the partition
5 II, 9 |   two saddle-horses. One had pink rosettes at his ears and
6 II, 15|    of their waistcoats their pink or applegreen cravats, and
7 III, 2|    of the streets were small pink heaps that smoked in the
8 III, 5|      there were two of those pink shells in which one hears
9 III, 5|  whim she had had. They were pink satin, bordered with swansdown.