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1    IV|  admired their own shapely limbs. Hundreds and hundreds of
2    IX|    and Ispirizade felt his limbs turn to stone and the light[
3    IX|  of them. They may tear my limbs to pieces, but when it comes
4     X| which flutter around their limbs like gaily coloured wings.
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