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 1    II|          white, but his face quite red and clean-shaved, and therefore
 2    II|             and throw in some good red wine, and apoplexy will
 3   III|          dear Hungary.~ ~It is the red dawn of a Whitsun Day, and
 4   III|       silver buttons; his face was red, his moustache pointed,
 5   III|            judge, "so here we have red Whitsun-Day again, eh?"~ ~"
 6   III|         horseback, holding a large red banner, which the wind kept
 7   III|         stationed Mr. Varju with a red flag: this was the goal.
 8   III|           made a great rent in its red centre. Useless fury! The
 9   III|             You shall then don the red mente, and wait upon those
10   III|    laughing in his sleeve, for the red Whitsun Day was drawing
11   III|           not aware that to-day is red Whitsun Day?"~ ~"What's
12    VI|     artisan's big face turned dark red with rage, and he did not
13    VI| twenty-kreutzer pieces, and thirty red copper kreutzers besides.~ ~"
14   VII|          always be filled with the red wine of Eger. And, finally,
15  VIII|        stubbly face with her round red lips. "Daddy Boltay is the
16    IX|         was no longer pale, but as red as the dawn, serene, and
17  XIII|         got up, à l'Anglaise, in a red cut-away coat, and piteously
18    XV|      purple ottoman, enfolded in a red burnous, sucking away at
19   XIX|         lips and kissed his little red face again and again with
20 Words|           Csizma, a boot~ ~Egri, a red wine of the claret kind