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 1        I|           clad in a torn and dirty blue linen blouse. He was urging
 2      III|          that women raved over his blue eyes, and the beautiful
 3       VI|       nothing unusual. The sky was blue; not a particle of smoke
 4     XIII|             with her great velvety blue eyes and her pouting lips.
 5     XXIV|            tall, fair-haired, with blue eyes and little waxed mustache.
 6   XXXVII|       night came, he put on a long blue blouse, shaded his face
 7      XLV|         the bottles she saw two of blue glass, upon which the word “
 8   XLVIII|         Sairmeuse is below, in the blue drawing-room; and he begs
 9   XLVIII|          they ushered him into the blue drawing-room. He remembered
10        L|          to the door of the little blue salon, in which Blanche
11        L| communicating door and entered the blue salon, thus avowing that
12      LIV|          the Martial of the little blue salon at Courtornieu; but