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 1     I|     house-tops, or at any rate grow vines round their windows
 2    II|       And Halil felt his heart grow hotter and hotter the nearer
 3    II|      me go again, and his lips grow cold upon mine and his heart
 4   III|      that thy shadow may never grow less, most mighty Padishah!"
 5    IV| Berber-Bashi were beginning to grow impatient at the prolonged
 6     V|     songs of the singing-girls grow dumb before it."~ ~"Conduct
 7  VIII|   Halil! the rose and the palm grow up together out of the same
 8    IX|       the light[Pg 182] of day grow dim before his eyes in the
 9    XI|         whose faces will never grow old or wrinkled, and who
10    XI|     its enemies. Our great men grow gardens in their palaces;
11   Sel|        Poor Plutocrats. (As We Grow Old.) (Fourth Edition.)~ ~