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 1    I,  I  | stair-carpet seemed the softest her feet ever had pressed. But Bertin
 2    I,  I  |          she suddenly sprang to her feet, caught up her hat which
 3    I,  I  |          and, as he remained at her feet, filled with anguish, his
 4    I,  III|            light tables with gilded feet, trifles of various kinds,
 5    I,  III|           have been swooning at the feet of that negress! I believe
 6    I,  III|        foils, the sound of stamping feet, and loud exclamations:“
 7    I,  III|           which lifts one as if the feet had wings.~The Duchess and
 8    I,  III|           brought him almost at her feet.~“You took a long walk with
 9   II,  I  |             no longer.~“I kiss your feet so that you may have pity
10   II,  V  |            fell on her knees at his feet. Her voice shook.~“Oh, my
11   II,  V  |          foliage crackled under the feet, and massed itself, from
12   II,  VI |            feeling his way with his feet on the dark stairs, trying