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 1    I,  I |           toward the usual hour in slow, unhurried fashion.~Several
 2    I,  I |           felt that between them a slow work of reconciliation was
 3    I,  I |          the flesh overcome by the slow domination of caresses,
 4   II,  I |    beginning to flow from my eyes, slow, small,~burning. Oh, those
 5   II,  II|            tall trees, watched the slow, black flight of the crows
 6   II,  IV|       CHAPTER IV~SWEET POISON~With slow steps, Olivier returned
 7   II,  V |           his heart; then all that slow, irresistible renewal of
 8   II,  V | indescribable sort of itching, the slow march of wrinkles upon her
 9   II,  V |           admitting peacefully the slow march of the seasons, she
10   II,  VI|            and women, in a sort of slow and magnificent cascade
11   II,  VI|         eyes, then his cheeks with slow kisses, light, delicate