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 1     I|        was made by the noble Mr. Peter Bús, whom a cruel fate had
 2     I|     drawing towards evening. Mr. Peter Bús was coming home from
 3     I|          only needed that," said Peter Bús, grumbling still more.
 4     I|         few paces further.~ ~Mr. Peter Bús regarded the dangers
 5     I|     beautifully[Pg 12] dark. Mr. Peter Bús, with a lightened heart,
 6     I|    dripping weather.~ ~While Mr. Peter Bús was calmly sleeping
 7     I|      together.~ ~Now, worthy Mr. Peter Bús was famous far and wide
 8     I|      about it!"~ ~At these words Peter Bús bounded to his feet
 9     I|       service, however," replied Peter Bús.~ ~"I beg your pardon,"
10     I|             Meanwhile, while Mr. Peter Bús threw open a large barn-like
11     I|        This marvel brought forth Peter Bús with a light, and after
12     I|          Pg 28]~ ~"My name, sir? Peter Bús."~ ~"Diable! not your
13     I|       see nothing but storks."~ ~Peter Bús turned to leave the
14     I|         birth myself. My name is Peter Bús, 4 and I am well content
15     I|      streakiness of life."~ ~Mr. Peter Bús did not like this speech
16     I|         A likely tale," observed Peter Bús; and without saying
17     I|          him trembling. Even Mr. Peter Bús himself was speechless
18   VII|       Nabob and his steward, Mr. Peter Varga, who was such a fool
19   VII|          of documents, which Mr. Peter first of all crammed into
20   VII|           and held out his hand. Peter, however, instead of advancing
21   VII|          Would his honour," said Peter, standing by the table, "
22   VII|         he handed it back to Mr. Peter, who immediately found the
23   VII|        agent said," returned Mr. Peter; "but he could have insured
24   VII| sprouting."~ ~"Very well, Master Peter, go on! Another time[Pg
25   VII|      Moreover - - ~"Let that be, Peter. We know that you are a
26   VII|      your honour's pardon," said Peter, "but it is not the scientific
27   VII|          a word."~ ~"Come, then, Peter, let us make an end of these
28   XXI|         estate agent, benevolent Peter Varga, who had asked, as
29   XXI|       good friend is my steward, Peter Varga."~ ~"Oh, sir!" the