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1      I,      II| announced.~ ~The two men thrust pistols into their pockets. Then
2     II,       I|         a grand salute from the pistols they had concealed in their
3     II,     III|      his master was loading his pistols to shoot some one. The count
4     II,     III|          I am not afraid of his pistols; I have one, too, and a
5      V,      II|         with you?"~ ~"These two pistols," replied the count, flinging
6    VII,      II|        Fertőszeg," with sabers, pistols, carbines, and a leader
7     IX,     III|        who was reaching for his pistols, from the saddle.~ ~Nor
8     IX,     III|         desperation he tore his pistols from the saddle of his fallen