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 1        I,  I  |   reached the gourbi, the four lines still remained the limit
 2        I,  II |      the rondo, the first four lines of which had just seen the
 3        I,  III|  crayons, a variety of colored lines, which could hardly be supposed
 4        I,  III| fancied that the parti-colored lines would lend variety to his
 5        I,  III|      its reward. Presently two lines, one red, the other blue,
 6        I,  III|   Constant . . . .”~No closing lines were uttered. All at once,
 7        I,  XII|  softening the hardness of its lines, in rounding the sharpness
 8        I,  XV |    inscription written in four lines, which were remarkable for
 9        I,  XV |      to know the author of the lines, to us it is of far greater
10       II,  I  |         Servadac, five hundred lines to-morrow!”~It was an echo