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1   2|    if night had beaten off bright day, and taken possession
2   2|    its head there sprung a bright clear jet of light, by which
3   2|     and warm, and dry, and bright a ball-room, as you would
4   2|    not until now, when the bright faces of his former self
5   2| light was burning high and bright; and dimly connecting that
6   3|  from every part of which, bright gleaming berries glistened.
7   3|  looked happier yet in the bright sprinklings of the Spirit'
8   3|  with a generous hand, its bright and harmless mirth on everything
9   3|   and to find himself in a bright, dry, gleaming room, with