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 1 I |          seemed preoccupied. In a soft voice she said to Servigny:~“
 2 II|      waterside, full of color yet soft, one of those peaceful evenings
 3 II|           emerged from a froth of soft lace, bending with gentle
 4 II| conflagration faded away, and the soft night spread its shadows
 5 II|          herself, and through her soft flannel gown he felt the
 6 II|           looking at him with her soft, clear eyes. She hesitated
 7 IV|          upon the fields, and the soft morning air came in at the
 8 IV|            exhaled in the night a soft and gentle perfume, in light
 9 IV|           dreamy intoxication, of soft fever. She saw that the
10 IV|           felt nothing; then that soft and soothing feeling of
11 IV|      answer. She felt so well, so soft and warm in bed, that she
12 IV|        kiss of the wind, like the soft and refreshing breath of