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1     I|  sat an old coachman in an embroidered bekes, or fur-pelisse, whose
2    IX| sofa which he knew you had embroidered, and stare at your portrait
3    IX|    the very sofa which you embroidered, on which is a couple of
4    IX|   knows which it is, for I embroidered the cover; it has two doves
5    IX|  the market cart, with the embroidered sofa which Mrs. Meyer sent
6   XXI|     bed are her two little embroidered slippers, so tiny that they