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 1    I,  III|        You will do very well.”~A breath of cold air from far away,
 2    I,  III|        and chatted, still out of breath, red and perspiring, with
 3    I,  III|    passing, with the evaporating breath of some essence, a host
 4    I,  III|        summer evenings, the cold breath of winter nights, revived
 5    I,  III|          he told her of the warm breath of tenderness that had passed
 6   II,  II | bay-windows, were opened wide. A breath of soft air, bearing the
 7   II,  II |      said Annette, taking a full breath.~The eyes of the two women
 8   II,  II |        her forehead, so that her breath, spreading a light mist
 9   II,  II |        softly as he, holding her breath and crouching low.~“Ah,”
10   II,  II |    flushed cheeks, tired, out of breath with the sure and practised
11   II,  II |          flowers, he drew a deep breath, seeking unconsciously to
12   II,  II |          of her, a little of her breath or the warmth of her skin
13   II,  IV |         of existence, and having breath only for the morning, was
14   II,  V  | animation of his ride, a sort of breath of morning air. And he talked
15   II,  V  |          him.~A warm, oppressive breath, which seemed to come from
16   II,  V  |      little mouth with its sweet breath, that he never should be
17   II,  VI |      music, which seems like the breath of kisses, been rendered
18   II,  VI |       sympathy wither up under a breath of jealousy; but, assuming
19   II,  VI | exhausted her and put her out of breath:~“Well, doctor?”~“Well,
20   II,  VI |      lips, with that soft little breath that children give when
21   II,  VI |         half opened by his short breath, which seemed to rasp his