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 1 1|      taken their tone from the heavy gray sky. ~Fitful gleams
 2 1|  without heeding the old man's heavy sigh, went back through
 3 1|  fairyland penetrated eyes now heavy with wine, or crossed the
 4 1| existence; others, deep in the heavy morasses of indigestion,
 5 1|    fascinating Aquilina, whose heavy breathing suggests an analogy
 6 2|     Gaudin confided to me this heavy trouble that preyed upon
 7 2|    pleasant and fresh, and not heavy, but subdued with its dead
 8 2|     began to talk to me of his heavy losses in the three per
 9 2|     soon she complained of the heavy scent of a Mexican jessamine.
10 2|      candor. Another's work is heavy; you introduce it as a piece
11 2|       soon I heard a sleeper's heavy, regular breathing. I drew
12 2|      the marble; my heart grew heavy, like a sponge with water. ~" '
13 2|      lately so brilliant, were heavy and dim; the expression
14 2|        wine and stupefied with heavy slumbers that had been exhausting
15 2|    with the heated atmosphere, heavy with the fumes of the previous
16 3|        of a struggle between a heavy mortification and an authoritative
17 3|      weight of its tassel; too heavy for the light material of
18 3| picture of Raphael's wish. The heavy rain was pouring in torrents;
19 3|        you wished to hide some heavy grief from me. Perhaps you