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doc#140 | the mountain that she was in earnest |
doc#145 | the knowledge that she was losing another |
doc#135 | sorry a spectacle she was making of |
doc#148 | . True, she was my Aunt |
doc#140 | as signs that she was nearing the |
doc#137 | had forgotten that she was so pretty |
doc#95 | , pleaded that she was sorely needed |
doc#133 | she fell when she was still twenty |
doc#148 | . Even as she was telling me |
doc#140 | same time, she was within it |
doc#142 | -- as though she were a little |
doc#148 | me as if she were a painter |
doc#140 | forest now, she who had not |
doc#112 | the beginning: she will proceed into |
doc#142 | you. Maybe she will then come |
doc#126 | for herself when she woke up from |
doc#140 | about it, she wondered if he |
doc#141 | . Otherwise, she would be baited |
doc#140 | to consider what she would do if |
doc#140 | days ago, she would have thought |