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1    1|   rough country where our lines are cast without dragging
2    7|   motto of my cabin those lines of Spenser which one of
3   10| my doorway to arrange his lines. Once in a while we sat
4   10|  bounded by two diverging lines, but the skaters glide over
5   10|   in circling dimples, in lines of beauty, as it were the
6   10| in Indian file, in waving lines, corresponding to these
7   17|   and let down their fine lines through the snowy field
8   17|   heart in man, but draws lines through the length and breadth