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1   III| little enough too. If you're a man, come with me and
2   III| sirrah? I'll tell ye. You're a boor, a betyár, a good-for-nothing
3   VII|  he stole it?"~ ~"But you're as big a fool as he, Palko.
4   VII|   eh, Martin, my son? You're just in time, I can tell
5    IX| every one loves you. They're a little strict, perhaps,
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