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 1    1,   21|     Independence was a French sergeant, an old comrade of Parachapee.
 2    1,   21|      He’ll get on!” added the sergeant. “He’ll be colonel-major
 3    1,   21|  brigadier-general some day.”~Sergeant Manuel seemed so enchanted
 4    1,   21|        No one interrupted the Sergeant, but all things come to
 5    1,   21|      was no one!” replied the Sergeant, shrugging his shoulders—“
 6    1,   21|  Buenos Ayriens,” replied the Sergeant.~“Well?”~“Well, Indians
 7    1,   21|        There was no doubt the Sergeant was right in assigning war
 8    1,   21|   inquiry more to make to the Sergeant; and it was the Major who
 9    1,   21|    other in silence.~“Had the Sergeant heard whether any Europeans
10    1,   21|     eagerly crowded round the Sergeant, exclaiming,~“Tell us, tell
11    1,   21| Glenarvan.~“Two!” replied the Sergeant, in a positive tone.~“Two?”
12    1,   21|    hanging on the lips of the Sergeant.~Yes; delivered out of the
13    1,   21|      The details given by the Sergeant, the nationality of the
14    1,   21|    the Indian, turning to the Sergeant, asked whether he had never
15    1,   21| Sierra Tandil and the sea, as Sergeant Manuel must have heard if
16    2,    1|    devotion of the young lad, Sergeant Manuel, the inundations,