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 1     I|     aged man wrapped up to the throat in a wolfskin bunda, and
 2     I|     involuntarily clutched his throat, for it is no joke to swallow
 3     I|    turn.~ ~"Pour wine into his throat to wash it down," he exclaimed.~ ~
 4     I|   began to fill up the gipsy's throat with half a bottle at a
 5     I| crammed himself up to the very throat with plover's eggs, and
 6    II|    than applying it to his own throat, so he mingled with the
 7   III|     concave and well-practised throat, and, with the exception
 8   III|        vinous torrent down the throat, but also that the throat
 9   III|      throat, but also that the throat should give forth at the
10   III|       the wine that filled his throat.~ ~The whole table arose,
11    VI|    almost down the young man's throat -~ ~"Can you fight?"~ ~Alexander