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1     I|     him under pain of being instantly shot through the head. We[
2     I|   house with their torches, instantly guessed with whom he had
3     I|   salute you!"~ ~The tumult instantly subsided. Every one gazed
4   III|    who had the bad habit of instantly purloining whatever came
5     V| contrary, my patronage will instantly cease. Be so good, then,
6   VII|     wore a moustache was to instantly extirpate it as an indecent
7    IX|    insulting word, Abellino instantly sprang to his feet, and