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 1 12| beautiful night it was? How soft and perfumed was the air;
 2 24|     hair, to find that this soft light, this calm lamp, enlightened
 3 24|    of violence. ~The little soft light shone on in the calmness
 4 24|    a deep impression in the soft earth, which did not extend
 5 24| deserted, and the same calm soft light shone through the
 6 33|   smilingly listened to the soft speeches of d'Artagnan,
 7 48| hand, and then with a voice soft and slow, as if each word
 8 48|       said Aramis, with his soft, melodius voice, "remember
 9 61|       She was awakened by a soft voice which sounded at the
10 63|  end of an hour she heard a soft voice calling her; it was