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 1    I,  I  |    swallows that flitted above the open skylight, and the dull,
 2    I,  I  |      artist to whom all doors were open, she as the elegant wife
 3    I,  I  |           exposition, which was to open in a fortnight.~Suddenly,
 4    I,  I  |       which were scattered papers, open letters, old and recent,
 5    I,  I  |     discovered a soul so delicate, open, and docile, into which
 6    I,  I  |           suffice to make the door open, and that the expected one
 7    I,  I  |           arms trembling, ready to open.~When she felt herself suddenly
 8    I,  III|           in knee-breeches, pushed open a door, feeling himself
 9    I,  III|        sitting in a chair, with an open book lying on her knees,
10    I,  III|            chair, you will have an open book on your knee, and you
11    I,  III|        before the front door, held open by another servant, decided
12    I,  IV |          and glasses came from the open windows and large doors.
13   II,  II |          the center of the table.~“Open the windows,” said the Countess, “
14   II,  II |          remove the gummed band to open the little blue paper without
15   II,  II |           which it took so long to open would come a grief that
16   II,  II |            then, when she had torn open the despatch and recognized
17   II,  II |          she did not hear the door open, and was startled when her
18   II,  II |    daylight before Olivier, in the open fields, in the heat of August,
19   II,  II |         while thus, talking in the open window, mingled with the
20   II,  II |  circumstances, when the house was open to everyone.”~“Oh, mamma,”
21   II,  III|        church and rest. She pushed open the door, sighed with satisfaction
22   II,  III|            girl, dreaming, with an open book upon her knees. He
23   II,  IV |   companions. He was received with open arms and exclamations, for
24   II,  IV |           the young girl seemed to open to his soul the way to tender
25   II,  IV |             She had heard the door open in the outer drawing-room,
26   II,  V  |           as in a faithful retreat open for herself alone. What
27   II,  V  | disappeared behind the padded door open before him.~A warm, oppressive
28   II,  V  |         while walking, she held it open in her hand and raised it
29   II,  VI |          there long, her eyes wide open in the darkness, thinking
30   II,  VI |        that the painter’s door was open, and that the concierge’
31   II,  VI |          eyes and fixed them, wide open, upon him, without a quiver
32   II,  VI |             he said. “Get up, Any; open the lowest drawer of my
33   II,  VI |         become a little calmer, to open his eyes, which remained