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1      I,     III|        duty, monsieur. We even tore up the floors, broke your
2      I,     III|    With sudden fury M. Cambray tore from his breast the ivory
3     IV,      II|    these words the little maid tore the veil from her face,
4     VI,     III|       was hanging on the wall, tore it from its sheath, and
5   VIII,       I|      the letter from his hand, tore it open, and read:~ ~"DEAR
6   VIII,       I| baroness sat suddenly upright, tore from her bosom a small gold
7   VIII,       I|        took out the order, and tore it into tiny bits. Then
8     IX,     III|    disorder. In desperation he tore his pistols from the saddle
9     IX,      IV|       pursuers, while the rest tore up and flung into the stream