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 1     XIII|            public highway into this rough road, the jolting aroused
 2      XVI| overpowering heat as he climbed the rough hill-side in the full glare
 3     XVII|        least three hundred yards of rough ground separated the place
 4    XXVII|             president.~ ~Then, in a rough voice, he added:~ ~“Bring
 5   XXVIII|            in my possession, is the rough draft of the circular; and
 6     XXXV|            smooth. No filaments, no rough bits of hemp, as usual after
 7     XLIV|      Monsieur, I must ask you for a rough draft of the letter I am
 8      XLV|             Medea stumbled over the rough ground, and bruised herself
 9      LIV|             His hair and beard were rough and matted; his hands were
10      LIV|          almost every step upon the rough, snow-covered ground.~ ~