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 1      IV|     his[29] own children. He grew up to be a bright and promising
 2      IX| Plucking the dandelions that grew in profusion about her,
 3    XIII|      the noise in the street grew louder, until it seemed
 4      XV|    entrance. A wild rosebush grew in the narrow doorway and
 5      XV|    necklace of the hips that grew on the wild rosebush. That
 6     XVI|   lower and lower. The loser grew furious, and drank deeply
 7     XVI|   sort, until at last[184] I grew tired of it and had him
 8   XVIII|        How her lover's image grew in Blanka's heart and assumed
 9      XX|   lying lifeless before her, grew stronger still. She trembled
10     XXI|  from cutting the grass that grew there? Perhaps it was a
11     XXI|  summit, and the young women grew tired of sitting still in
12   XXIII|      open, and the red light grew constantly brighter, he
13  XXVIII| contracts. Louder and louder grew the murmurs against the
14  XXVIII|  born to Manasseh and Blanka grew up to call them blessed,