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 1 1|      speak a word for him - a perfect social cipher, useless to
 2 1|    work, just come in, and of perfect beauty." ~In the stranger'
 3 1|    mind received no clear and perfect conception. It was the poet'
 4 2|      and accepted in the most perfect simplicity. In this way
 5 2|       eloquence is one of our perfect social products. ~" 'One
 6 2|       longed for an ideal and perfect happiness, a fair illusion
 7 3|  every room in the house is a perfect wonder. 'Good,' said I to
 8 3|    Skin, exclaiming: ~"I am a perfect fool!" ~He rushed out of
 9 3|    fast a bliss that had been perfect but fleeting. Her tiny pink
10 3| politeness, and you will be a perfect gentlemen." ~The young men