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 1    1|       question, perhaps we are led oftener by the love of novelty
 2    5|        which a narrow footpath led down the hill. In my front
 3    8|    that they who cultivated it led a pious and useful life,
 4   11|     fare of vegetables. My way led through Pleasant Meadow,
 5   13|        which is so shy a bird, led her brood past my windows,
 6   13|     Thither, too, the woodcock led her brood, to probe the
 7   13| burrows and woodchucks' holes; led perchance by some slight
 8   13|     resolve into execution. He led me at once to the widest
 9   15|        burned up together. She led a hard life, and somewhat
10   15|       engines rolled that way, led by a straggling troop of