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 1     I|          to stick there till you grew old, or carry your waggon
 2     I|   juvenile roué with a look that grew stonier and stonier, and
 3     I|     collapsed; his arms and legs grew limp and feeble, and he
 4   III|           whereupon the laughter grew louder still, which greatly
 5   III|       plunge; at the second they grew quite still, alertly pricking
 6    IV|    stylish again, and their food grew decidedly better. Mr. Meyer,
 7    IV| difference between them. As they grew up, and their virginal charms
 8    IV|          Meyer's spirit suddenly grew cold within him; he could
 9     V|         117] Teresa's confidence grew proportionately with Fanny'
10     V|       notions of right and wrong grew clearer and firmer, she
11    VI|          A distrust of that face grew up in her heart, and she
12   VII|    Master Jock's long-drawn face grew beautifully round again.
13    IX|         words than the young man grew quite pale, and cast himself
14    IX|  Fennimore's naturally pale face grew blue and green, and, seizing
15     X|          his long-drawn features grew round again with satisfaction,
16  XIII|         and both dogs and horses grew unruly and impatient. The
17  XIII|        Flora's face that instant grew redder than ever, while
18  XIII|         health returned, and she grew more and more like her old
19   XVI|          truth!"~ ~Rudolf's face grew serious, he fell a-thinking,
20  XVII|      amaranth.~ ~Rudolf suddenly grew grave. His heart felt heavy.
21  XVII|        his breast, the poor lady grew calmer, and ceasing her
22   XIX|       burning hot, her breathing grew easier.~ ~She began to look