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 1    I,  I  |     folds with the tips of his fingers, like a man that knows a
 2    I,  I  |    rings sparkled on her white fingers, and the narrow pink nails
 3    I,  I  | admiringly. He played with the fingers as if they were live toys,
 4    I,  I  |        she would draw away her fingers from his lips, saying, with
 5    I,  II |        hands with interminable fingers. His hair and moustache,
 6    I,  III|        skirts and their moving fingers. They watched their work
 7    I,  III|     women to this labor of the fingers which the eye follows without
 8    I,  III|     folds of her robe with his fingers as he told her of the warm
 9    I,  III|      with a smile, running her fingers lightly over Olivier’s head. “
10   II,  II |      paper without feeling her fingers tremble and her soul agitated,
11   II,  II |       long time with practised fingers, carrying them from her
12   II,  III|        that the touch of their fingers produced on her skin, her
13   II,  III| shoulders with the tips of his fingers, lifted her arms, having
14   II,  III|       heart was oppressed, his fingers trembled; he no longer knew
15   II,  IV |        strange melody with her fingers, a melody of which all the
16   II,  IV |   cloth, upon which the supple fingers of the goldsmith make the
17   II,  IV |   cloth with the tips of their fingers, then lifted them carefully,
18   II,  V  |    close her sad lips with his fingers, saying:~“Again! I beg that
19   II,  V  |    Suddenly he found under his fingers a fine embroidered handkerchief.
20   II,  V  |    kisses from the tips of her fingers.~As soon as she had gone,
21   II,  V  |        while turning it in her fingers.~One day, exasperated by
22   II,  VI |     was turning it over in his fingers, murmuring: “What is that?
23   II,  VI |        calls by tightening his fingers a little. Each pressure
24   II,  VI |    throat in passing. Only his fingers moved involuntarily now
25   II,  VI |      could feel that Olivier’s fingers were growing cold within