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1      VI| friend," he urged, "if your legs have nothing to say against
2     VII| swords dangling between his legs and doing their best to
3     XIV|  need of the razor, and his legs were planted widely apart
4   XXIII|    I had the nag between my legs, I would have snapped my
5   XXIII|     by a stick of wood. His legs being freed, he slipped
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