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 1    I,  III| Countess exchanged a smile.~The leaves were opening, the familiar
 2    I,  III|    seconds it caused the tender leaves to tremble on the trees,
 3    I,  III|      makes me bring forth a few leaves—half a dozen at most—then
 4    I,  III|   filled with the odor of young leaves.~Three times, his neighbor,
 5    I,  III|        domes, like monuments of leaves, the gigantic horse-chestnuts,
 6   II,  I  |    drying. The stillness of the leaves on the~branches, and of
 7   II,  II |      you that our friend Bertin leaves for Roncieres on the one
 8   II,  II |      that profound despair that leaves no room for any other thought.
 9   II,  II |       earth, seeming to wet the leaves that were spread out on
10   II,  IV |         be selected to make the leaves, then a tiny diamond that
11   II,  IV |       passing of a pretty woman leaves in a crowd of men, contracted
12   II,  V  |    thick shower of large yellow leaves which rustled down with
13   II,  V  |    Boulevard, covered with dead leaves. They fell no more, the
14   II,  V  |       Boulevard.~All the fallen leaves, which appeared to have
15   II,  V  |         when the great cloud of leaves and dust had disappeared