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1        V|      flinging back his long, gray hair, he said:~ ~“To you
2       VI|   might suppose her hair was gray. Ah! how those two laughed
3     XXIV| Europe. Two small, ferocious gray eyes lighted his tanned,
4     XXXI|      of the prisoners in the gray light of dawn. It was only
5    XXXII|    execution.~ ~At last, the gray light of early dawn came
6     XXXV|      a small, thin man, with gray hair and a sunburned face
7    XXXVI|    had discerned through the gray mists of morning.~ ~Soon
8     XLII|  your business.”~ ~His small gray eyes glittered with a demoniac
9      XLV|     the earth in a mantle of gray, she summoned Aunt Medea.~ ~“