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 1 I   | tearing of a veil, the opening grew larger and the beautiful
 2 II  |   beginning as soon as the air grew warm. Leaning upon Rosalie’
 3 III |  slight mist, and as its beams grew stronger, they were reflected
 4 III |     her heart; she blushed and grew pale when their eyes met,
 5 IV  |      wood at the end. The hour grew late and they did not think
 6 IV  |      of going in. The baroness grew tired, and wishing to retire,
 7 VII |   foster-sister, that girl; we grew up together. She has made
 8 VII |      darling.”~But the invalid grew impatient: “I see that you
 9 VII |     her husband’s room!~And he grew angry, threatened a lawsuit,
10 XII |    from here.”~But the servant grew angry: “It will have to
11 XIII|     now?”~“I do not know.”~She grew dizzy as though she were