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1     I,      XI|      once. One invited me to his shooting-box in the mountains, another
2    II,       I|   finally arrived at Siegfried's shooting-box, a beautiful pavilion in
3    II,       I| excursion. The south side of the shooting-box had "altdeutsch" windows
4    II,       I|       neglected rose-beds.~ ~The shooting-box was a comfortably large
5    II,      IV|       keep here, concealed in my shooting-box, a priest - a Capuchin monk -
6    II,       V|    banquet will be spread in the shooting-box. It will be a noisy, dissolute
7    II,     VII|        pedes apostolorum, to the shooting-box, Father Paphuntius, of course,
8    II,     VII|      tiresome to me."~ ~From the shooting-box shouts of revelry reverberated
9    II,     VII|        straight here, not to the shooting-box."~ ~The blood rushed up