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 1 I   |    like the wing-beating of a wounded bird.~It was the voice of
 2 I   |    The clamour redoubled; the wounded lions roared in the shade.~
 3 II  | rattling in his throat like a wounded bull.~Then Matho sang: “
 4 IV  |     Autaritus, he whom he had wounded at Hamilcar’s palace, put
 5 VI  |   understanding what he said. Wounded in the knees, they had been
 6 VII |    some time. Several who had wounded their fingers put them to
 7 VII |     who was staggering like a wounded heron:~“And you, who did
 8 VIII| fatigue, or on account of the wounded, fell further back. The
 9 VIII|   brain out of the skull. The wounded, sheltering themselves with
10 IX  |     nape of the neck, and the wounded, bleeding as they still
11 XII |     Mercenaries was a heap of wounded, dead, and dying.~Hamilcar
12 XII |   centre, and heedless of the wounded left weeping behind them,
13 XII |      disappeared.~“If he were wounded we should hear him!” said
14 XIII|      full to overflowing; the wounded were massed pell-mell with
15 XIII|       Old men carried off the wounded, and the devout continued
16 XIII|    were fed at first with the wounded Barbarians; then they were
17 XIV |   longing was directed to the wounded and sick. Since they could
18 XIV |  round rapidly, like panthers wounded in the forehead. Others
19 XIV |       went hopping along like wounded ostriches.~The Punic infantry
20 XIV |    and all those who were not wounded escorted him, and rushed