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 1 I   |        dropped anchor under the white rocks of Cape la Heve; they
 2 I   |       now scarcely visible as a white streak with the lighthouse,
 3 I   |    beginning to show streaks of white. She had a calm, reasonable
 4 I   |   sinewy; Jean’s were round and white and rosy, and the knot of
 5 I   | dropping with sweat, his cheeks white, stammered out:~“I cannot
 6 I   |       horizon towards the short white jetty, which swallowed them
 7 I   |        the fore-tops in canvas, white or brown, and ruddy in the
 8 I   |    towering, forming an immense white rampart all the way to Dunkirk,
 9 II  |      close to shore or far away—white, red, and green, too. Most
10 II  |        no longer believe in the White Cat or the Sleeping Beauty.
11 III |       the glass, he watched the white froth as the bubbles rose
12 IV  |         up curled over and fell white with foam, as the ploughed
13 IV  |      man of about sixty, with a white beard cut in a point and
14 IV  |       very thick eyebrows, also white. He was neither tall nor
15 V   |      made a golden patch on the white linen; he did not wake,
16 V   |        I only remember him with white hair.”~He returned the miniature
17 VI  |      panting for breath, and so white that her husband exclaimed:~“
18 VI  |    ocean, sheltered by the long white wall of the overhanging
19 VIII|  centre-table. The immaculately white curtains hung in such straight
20 VIII|         small packet wrapped in white paper which she held in
21 IX  |        large low room, with its white marble panels framed in
22 IX  |       been gray, was now almost white. It was very difficult to
23 IX  |    ticketed with Latin names on white paper labels. He took one
24 IX  |       and then another cheek of white wax which he kissed without