Part,  Chapter

1     I,       V|    fine summer rain. At the touch of a spring, this softly-pouring
2     I,    VIII| sorcerer who, with a single touch of his withered hands, could
3     I,    XIII| imposing; the second with a touch of the Bohemian or the gipsy;
4    II,    VIII| drove out the demons by the touch of His hands. How she must
5    II,      IX|  into your hands. The first touch of your hand had a magic
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