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1 I |        she fetched some little gray linen doilies, folded square,
2 IV|     and saw to the northward a gray shade, filmy but dense,
3 IV|  manner was pleasant, his eyes gray and soft, his movements
4 VI| windmill at work—a melancholy, gray wreck, half rotten and doomed,
5 IX|      only a month ago had been gray, was now almost white. It
6 IX|      nothing now but a puff of gray smoke, so far away, so faint