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 1   Pres         |     Kossuth, he fought with sword and pen. Those who heard
 2      I,     III|     a sergeant with a drawn sword.~ ~"This is not my residence,"
 3     II,     III|      I have one, too, and a sword into the bargain. But it '
 4     II,     III|   shook. Then, grasping his sword in his hand, he marched
 5      V,      II|    a soldier, with a wooden sword and gun, a hat decorated
 6      V,      II|  behind the curtain, wooden sword and gun clattering after
 7      V,      II|    horse, and buckle on his sword. But those days were past.
 8      V,      II|     hold a pen, let alone a sword or a pistol!"~ ~Count Vavel
 9     VI,     III|  ostentatiously clinked the sword in its sheath which hung
10     VI,     III| speak. He rushed toward his sword, which was hanging on the
11     VI,     III|     hem of her gown and his sword.~ ~"Can you imagine a more
12     VI,     III|   legalize the rights of my sword. I, too, adore my native
13    VII,     III|   had at once girded on his sword when the call to arms had
14    VII,     III|    clasping the hilt of his sword, the point of which rested
15     IX,      IV|    horse with the hilt of a sword protruding from his breast.
16      X,      II|     young French champion's sword flew from his hand, the
17      X,      II|  First, let me restore your sword, monsieur. You handle it
18      X,     III| military fashion with drawn sword. Ludwig hurried into the
19      X,     III|    Return to your homes. My sword has finished its work, and
20      X,     III|   hand which held aloft the sword in the noble escutcheon,