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 1  I, 1 |   his hunting-boots with the fat of his pigs, he was not
 2  I, 2 |      away from him. He was a fat little man of fifty, with
 3  I, 8 |      racehorses were growing fat; another of the printers’
 4 II, 1 |      landlady, shrugging her fat shoulders. “Come, come,
 5 II, 5 | cunning of the Cauchois. His fat, flabby, beardless face
 6 II, 7 |      from? Wherever did that fat fellow pick her up?”~Monsieur
 7 II, 7 |  decidedly beginning to grow fat. She is so finikin about
 8 II, 8 |      in a hurry.” And as the fat widow asked where he was
 9 II, 8 |   only to get away from that fat fellow, you know, the druggist.”
10 II, 14| considerably more plump, and fat enough to burst his bag.~