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1   III|  pretty chains of pinks and roses flowed a long way down the
2    IV| lips like theirs, veritable roses and strawberries, into immediate
3  VIII|  million and a half for the roses on my ward's cheeks, did
4    IX|   the middle of a wreath of roses. I was sorry for the poor
5    XI| down to table; if there are roses outside in the garden, she
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