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1   T-I| half-dead in the midst of the room,~and when she rose, hair
2  ExII|       there could actually be room for conceits!~If any fear
3   ExI|      wide world,~scarcely had room to hold her many guests.~
4   ExI|       mouth is still,~and the room is quiet for a little while,~
5   ExI|    Fortune,~until I’ve hardly room for a new wound.~The ploughshare’
6  IBIS|    your throat be cut in your room, like him~of Pherae, whose
7   Ind|    penus a larder, or storage room for food. They were closely