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 1     I|  seemed to dwell in them; they spoke of a mind that had been
 2    IV|      thrice for every word she spoke. Mr. Meyer was only waiting
 3     V|         said the girl; and she spoke with quite genuine emotion,
 4    VI| occupied with needlework. They spoke not a word to each other;
 5    VI|     was preparing to withdraw, spoke once more in a voice all
 6   VII|   about nobody could tell, she spoke so low. They kept on telling
 7   VII|        so much flattery. So he spoke to them curtly enough, and
 8  VIII|       from around his eyes; he spoke gravely with his fellow-men,
 9  VIII|    renounced riotous pastimes, spoke sensibly and intelligibly
10  VIII|      so impatient. The staff I spoke of is only an emblem. I
11    IX|       horror! Only yesterday I spoke to my daughters, I upbraided
12    IX|        knew quite well why she spoke to her in this way, for
13   XII|     its eloquent blue eyes and spoke to her with such a wondrously
14   XIX|       recognize every one. She spoke to those about her in a
15   XXI|   there no sign of sadness. He spoke like one bent on preparing