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1 II   |  Walter murmured to him in her soft tones: “You could write
2 II   | fingers; Walter’s was cold and soft, without life, expressionless;
3 III  |        future and inhaling the soft night air; but the thought
4 VI   |       by those words, and in a soft voice, placing her hand
5 VIII |       window wide. The air was soft and balmy. Forestier inhaled
6 IX   |     beneath the willows in the soft, warm, spring air, and rocked
7 X    |     his thoughts, asked in her soft voice: “Of what are you
8 XI   |          She raised her large, soft eyes to his and insisted: “
9 XVIII|      love. She murmured in her soft tones: “Until we meet again,