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 1    I,  I  | portraits gleamed like flame. Peace and sleep seemed imprisoned
 2    I,  I  |  seemed imprisoned there, the peace characteristic of an artist’
 3    I,  I  |    you to recover yourself in peace.”~“A thousand thanks!”~And
 4    I,  I  |     she felt an indescribable peace.~After perhaps half an hour
 5    I,  II |       his intentions. “I want peace!” said he. That was true;
 6    I,  II |      That was true; he wanted peace, nothing but peace, and
 7    I,  II |     wanted peace, nothing but peace, and everything had proved
 8    I,  II |   very great man, who desires peace, but who has faith only
 9    I,  II |      willingly that he adores peace if you will concede to me
10    I,  II |    war is made only to obtain peace!”~A servant announced: “
11    I,  III|     everyone, in the friendly peace of his studio, with clear
12    I,  III|     with him an atmosphere of peace and cordiality.~Two servants
13   II,  II |  could hear in that nocturnal peace a confused, continuous murmur