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 1     I,      IX|    Mazures. Strong walls of cut stone, like the ramparts
 2     I,      IX|       With that he actually cut the blossom from the stalk,
 3     I,      XI|     the operating-knife and cut out the part which had been
 4     I,    XIII|    out into the garden, and cut all the blooming "Sultan
 5    II,       I|   ride, but we took a short cut by a cross-road through
 6    II,       I|   blonde, now coming near; "cut me a bud of these 'Gloire
 7    II,       I|      Well, let it pass!~ ~I cut off one of the roses, and
 8    II,       I|   the thorns. I prepared to cut another bud for the capricious
 9    II,      IV|    the bridal cake had been cut and the toasts drunk, the
10    II,       V|     she meant that I should cut my fingers with the knife,
11    II,       V|      for you will assuredly cut your finger, and give me
12    II,       V|   agitation. Show me how to cut out the germ properly. This
13    II,    VIII|     Only take care, you may cut your own skin!"~ ~"Not likely.
14    II,    VIII| foul poison! Beware, I say! Cut that scion while you have
15    II,     XII|    daylight; there they had cut down the sentinel, ordered
16    II,    XIII|     than ours. MacMahon was cut off from Bazaine, and in
17    II,    XIII|  was besieged, and MacMahon cut off from the road to Paris.~ ~
18    II,    XIII|   breastplates; the gunners cut the traces of the horses,
19    II,     XIV|  but no wonder. I must have cut a handsome figure, with,
20    II,      XV| that burly smith by a smart cut on the hand that held the