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1     I|        At every saddle hung a fokos and a couple of pistols.
2     I|   from a gun, snatched up his fokos, looked out of the window,
3     I|   rage at all. So he hung his fokos up nicely on its nail again,
4 Words| Főispán, a lord-lieutenant.~ ~Fokos, a hand-axe.~ ~Friss-magyar,
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