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 1     I|     Pelivan roared aloud at the blow, and, shaking his bloody
 2    IV|        of Heaven was allowed to blow upon her."~ ~"And know you
 3    IV|          Halil, that was a fine blow of yours I must say. By
 4    IV|     Prophet! one does not see a blow like that every day. With
 5     V|       when the blasts of autumn blow upon it?"~ ~"But the winter
 6     V|       Ali Kermesh with a single blow of his fist, and how the
 7   VII|         from his hand hit him a blow with it on the back, which
 8    IX|      require? Why do they still blow their field trumpets? Why
 9    IX|       to take this oath he will blow up the Seraglio and every
10    IX| mouse-trap to crush us all at a blow like flies caught in honey."~ ~"
11    XI|         the angel Izrafil might blow his trumpet in thine ear!"
12   XII|       on his own body the first blow which Pelivan had aimed
13   XII|       to the ground by a mortal blow.~ ~While still on his knees
14   XII|         of Allah."~ ~At another blow he collapsed, and falling