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 1    1,    6| himself whether the man was mad, or some heedless rattle
 2    1,   13| avalanche of living animals mad with fear. The whole plateau
 3    1,   18|  tore over the ground as if mad, and in a few minutes had
 4    1,   19|    some daring, impossible, mad attempt to repulse the infuriated
 5    1,   19|    ran about the inclosure, mad with fear.~Glenarvan put
 6    1,   19| horse with his spurs in his mad haste, when at last gun-shots
 7    2,   10|     creatures became almost mad with terror, and were seized
 8    2,   12|  Lincoln, assassinated by a mad fanatic of the slave party.
 9    3,   16|   geographer was absolutely mad. He frisked about, telescope
10    3,   16|     my dear Glenarvan? I am mad, I am an idiot, an incorrigible