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1     I|    on the table, and fill my glass for me. A votre santé, messieurs
2    II|  fact, every time you have a glass of water or drop your pocket-handkerchief.
3  VIII|    em like a piece of rotten glass. Just tell that to your
4  VIII| through you as if you were a glass of water? Do you think I
5    IX|    would remain behind for a glass or two, or a hand at cards.~ ~
6   XII| bethought him of raising his glass in honour of two young men
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