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 1     I|        made by the noble Mr. Peter Bús, whom a cruel fate had called
 2     I|         towards evening. Mr. Peter Bús was coming home from his
 3     I|           needed that," said Peter Bús, grumbling still more. He
 4     I|         paces further.~ ~Mr. Peter Bús regarded the dangers of
 5     I| beautifully[Pg 12] dark. Mr. Peter Bús, with a lightened heart,
 6     I|         weather.~ ~While Mr. Peter Bús was calmly sleeping the
 7     I|              Now, worthy Mr. Peter Bús was famous far and wide
 8     I|               At these words Peter Bús bounded to his feet as if
 9     I|            however," replied Peter Bús.~ ~"I beg your pardon,"
10     I|         Meanwhile, while Mr. Peter Bús threw open a large barn-like
11     I|         marvel brought forth Peter Bús with a light, and after
12     I|                My name, sir? Peter Bús."~ ~"Diable! not your name,
13     I|       nothing but storks."~ ~Peter Bús turned to leave the room;
14     I|           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|       likely tale," observed Peter Bús; and without saying another
17     I|          trembling. Even Mr. Peter Bús himself was speechless as
18     I|            hoarse voice, whereupon Bús nodded with an air of approval.