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 1     I,       I|           ebony forehead with his tiny fist.~ ~At last we were
 2     I,       I|         the little boy raised his tiny hand, and caressingly stroked
 3     I,       I|           the window-pane and the tiny hand never losing hold of
 4     I,      II|      carriages, and hers were the tiny gloved hands that were stretched
 5     I,      IV|          s pale forehead, and the tiny hand of the child caressed
 6     I,      IV|     breakfast-room I recognised a tiny Meissonier, in a gold frame
 7     I,      VI|         boots, and pulled off the tiny socks. The mother stood
 8     I,     XII| rose-coloured wax, and drew out a tiny piece of bristol-board with
 9     I,    XIII|         movement. The third was a tiny little figure, but full
10     I,    XIII|       beauty and virtue; and that tiny creature was the little
11    II,       I|         swam on the lake, and two tiny little wherries lay ready
12    II,       I|         toward me. One of them, a tiny little creature, was of
13    II,       I|      watch the movements of those tiny slippered feet in pink stockings
14    II,       X|         On one of her bracelets a tiny filigree key was dangling;
15    II,      XV|           have believed that that tiny, silent, shell-mouth of