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 1 1 |          have left behind them a pretty tolerable reputation for
 2 1 |         Frisian women, who, with pretty demureness, dropped a curtesy
 3 9 |         the same time lit up her pretty blooming face, surrounded
 4 10|             What do you mean, my pretty child?" said Cornelius. ~"
 5 11|        tell me what you want, my pretty Rosa." ~She fell on her
 6 11|      marriage portion, with your pretty face; you shall have them,
 7 14|        joy, and beautiful in her pretty national costume -- but
 8 15|       Rosa looked so exceedingly pretty, that for the second time
 9 16| stretched out her hand. ~In this pretty little hand, of which the
10 16|      made it a habit to keep her pretty face invariably six inches
11 18|       his turn." ~"'So, then, my pretty Rosa,' he said, with a voice
12 20|       are a perfect gardener, my pretty Rosa. But I am afraid the
13 20|        its rival." ~"My kind and pretty Rosa!" muttered Cornelius
14 21|        and Master Jacob, and our pretty Rosa?" ~Gryphus ground his
15 21|        his tulip. ~He found Rosa pretty, good, graceful, and charming. ~
16 23|    washing in pails of water her pretty little hands, begrimed as
17 25|         the side paths of a very pretty road by the river. Setting
18 25|   Systens, "as you are young and pretty, and as there may be still
19 31|       there the pale face of the pretty Frisian girl. ~She would