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 1        I,  I   |      of the ancient “city of white stone.” When, therefore,
 2        I,  III |      North America, over the white plain, when every object
 3        I,  VII |     valves were crowned with white vapor. It is needless to
 4        I,  VIII|   wooded banks lovely. A few white sails enlivened the sparkling
 5        I,  IX  |    an obstacle on the plain, white and level farther than the
 6        I,  XII |     Had it not been for this white riband, which stretched
 7        I,  XVII|   not smoke, but those great white clouds produced by discharges
 8       II,  I   |      from a sheaf of red and white sticks artistically interlaced,
 9       II,  I   |      their regular features, white skin, tall forms, and black
10       II,  IV  |       fell over her dazzling white shoulders, scarcely concealed
11       II,  V   | where he had brought it to a white heat. Michael was going
12       II,  V   |  kissed her forehead and her white locks. He then raised himself,
13       II,  X   |    and lake breezes. A thick white beard flowed over his chest;