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1    VIII|     not through the yellow glass used by a jealous husband
2    VIII|  through the rose-coloured glass that a fond father holds
3     XII|    as she poured herself a glass of water. "How warm this
4      XV|  nothing further, except a glass of water, and then begged
5   XVIII| wobegone. Just look in the glass! I am as rosy-cheeked as
6     XIX|  The newcomer held out his glass to the tulip and begged
7   XXIII|  for dessert. One drinks a glass of spirits at a gulp, but