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 1     I,       V|      seemingly endless tropical garden, with wonderful blooming
 2     I,       V|    separated the bower from the garden. But this film was not of
 3     I,      VI|       The tea comes from my own garden in Hong Kong. The mandarin
 4     I,      VI|       of my former castle. That garden is the only bit of soil
 5     I,      VI|        soil I kept, and in this garden fine cabbages grow. Year
 6     I,    VIII|     grew in his own orchard and garden. Out of his large herd of
 7     I,      IX|      man showed me out into the garden, carefully unlocking and
 8     I,     XII|          the second I paced the garden walks in a furious rage;
 9     I,     XII|        uncle's dearly-cherished garden since I had abandoned myself
10     I,     XII| favourite from my dear mother's garden; I observed a glowing alkermes,
11     I,     XII|       could not ramble about in garden and field as I did.~ ~My
12     I,    XIII|        was standing in my front garden, attired, as I usually had
13     I,    XIII|         for anything but a Slav garden labourer.~ ~Presently I
14     I,    XIII|      lot of water-shoots in our garden."~ ~We had a good supper,
15     I,    XIII|        key. I went out into the garden, and cut all the blooming "
16    II,       I|         in gathering into their garden hats all the cetonias they
17    II,       I|        And where?"~ ~"In my own garden. If I am not greatly mistaken,
18    II,       I|     photographed along with his garden."~ ~But by that time the
19    II,     VII|        that they were dairy and garden wenches, and the only language
20    II,      IX|      taking long strides on the garden path. How long would it
21    II,      IX|       again, and rambled in the garden chasing butterflies. You