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1    I,  I  |        youthful grace of those Parisian women who never grow old;
2    I,  I  |     and agitated stream called Parisian life. Knowing everyone in
3    I,  I  |        the favorite painter of Parisian women of that class, the
4    I,  I  |       of a rich and hospitable Parisian merchant, who had died several
5    I,  III|  familiar nightingales of that Parisian garden were singing already
6    I,  IV |    girl and somewhat more of a Parisian.”~Suddenly he bethought
7    I,  IV |  observation of an experienced Parisian. He forgot, so desirous
8   II,  III| rehearsal in the green-room of Parisian life. She adored the rustle
9   II,  III|     Her father, a middle-class Parisian, never had imposed upon