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 1 1  |            Italian love intrigues, grew ardent over pale faces and
 2 1  |           a myriad sea-shells, and grew as he saw madrepores redolent
 3 1  |           once more in dreams that grew gradually darker and darker
 4 1  |            tragedy. The second act grew a trifle noisier. Every
 5 1  |            clamors, which rose and grew like a crescendo of Rossini'
 6 1  |     laughter broke out, the murmur grew, and voices were raised.
 7 2  |        silent seasonably. My words grew insignificant, and my silence
 8 2  |     satisfied with her. Her mother grew more and more anxious every
 9 2  |          gentle and submissive she grew. ~"If a generous feeling
10 2  |     authority, but my own feelings grew stronger and mastered me;
11 2  |           living coral of her lips grew full of meaning as they
12 2  |           joy. Foedora saw me, and grew grave: I annoyed her. I
13 2  |        fair semblance of womanhood grew afresh; there were so many
14 2  |          upon the marble; my heart grew heavy, like a sponge with
15 2  |            Then a murmur rose, and grew like the voice of a discontented
16 2  |           was drawn, every outline grew haggard; the hollows in
17 2  |           in his livid countenance grew deeper, and his eyes were
18 3  |           opera glass, elderly men grew young again, and polished
19 3  | threatening Magic Skin at last. It grew cooler as the red glow of
20 3  |        with its polish and varnish grew loathsome to him. He was
21 3  |            and constrained feeling grew to a height. ~"There is
22 3  |            clump of chestnut-trees grew tall as cedars, or some
23 3  |      jessamine that interlaced and grew entirely as chance and their
24 3  |            of poetry in it; for it grew and throve at a thousand
25 3  |            once exulted, but as it grew she felt a light movement
26 3  |     intoxicated eyes, his delirium grew. He sprang towards her like
27 Epi|        tall poplar trees; then she grew to a giant's height; she