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 1 1|      those red lips, the sacred sounds seemed to linger still in
 2 1|    suggests an analogy with the sounds of a storm about to burst,"
 3 2|      gold, which mingled in the sounds sent up by this orchestra;
 4 2|       to let me hear the silver sounds of her voice, and I would
 5 2|         of my soul to catch the sounds. Higher and higher rose
 6 2|         faint, just perceptible sounds, like sighs of impatience,
 7 2|       this last experiment, the sounds in the streets showed that
 8 2|      the salon, heedless of any sounds I might make; but, luckily,
 9 3|         could hear the gracious sounds of the folds of her dress
10 3|     last few steps he heard the sounds of a piano. Pauline was
11 3|         hammers, and the shrill sounds of the lathes that drew
12 3|    repeated over again, and the sounds of its wings suddenly shaken
13 3|     dying of phthisis. In those sounds from your lungs I recognized
14 3| musician the power of arranging sounds in an harmonious order that
15 3|  consuming his strength; but no sounds would come except the choking