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1    II,     XII|     appeared, and a powerful discharge saluted the chasseurs.~ ~
2    II,    XIII|                   XIII.~ ~MY DISCHARGE.~ ~In spite of this terrible
3    II,    XIII|      Duval said, "It is your discharge, my boy; you are free."~ ~"
4    II,    XIII|    boy; you are free."~ ~"My discharge?" I asked, offended, "and
5    II,    XIII|  from him the letter with my discharge, presented him with my camp
6    II,     XVI| country. Of course, I had my discharge; but, when I showed the