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 1     I|           your pardon, but I am of gentle birth myself. My name is
 2    II|            Monsieur Griffard, in a gentle, soothing voice, "and I
 3   III|       bring him here he will be as gentle as a lamb, or else we shall
 4     V|           when doing good, and his gentle look frequently followed
 5    IX|           and made the eyes of the gentle creature sparkle so brightly.~ ~
 6     X|          to find among them many a gentle girl, many a young sympathetic
 7     X|        whispering in her ear, in a gentle, confidential voice -~ ~"
 8     X|              exclaimed Flora, in a gentle, tremulous voice. She really
 9  XIII|          the day by her bedside in gentle prattle, listening to the
10  XVII| newly-laid-out English garden. The gentle fallow deer already knew
11   XIX|        those about her in a quiet, gentle voice; the tormenting sweat