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 1     II,       I|   grateful shadow of these green trees.'"~ ~"Oh, well, your reverence,
 2    III,       I|        sward in the shade of the trees. A campanula had just opened
 3    III,       I|        at the foot of one of the trees, and pale-blue forget-me-nots
 4    III,      II|         not, for I am afraid the trees, the walls, the people,
 5    III,     III|      covered with broom and tall trees. Such an island lay not
 6     IV,     III|          became our home, hollow trees our shelter; and what a
 7     IV,      IV|     could not have ridden up the trees, and the entire troop of
 8     IV,      IV|    battalion - half left! Up the trees - forward!'"~ ~"That is
 9      V,      II|          from his sight amid the trees. Then he turned and walked
10     VI,      IV|        parasol gleamed among the trees. Deeply agitated, Count
11      X,     III| wind-gusts racing across it. The trees were rustling in the wind,