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 1 34|      obtain the assent of this Puritan. He was therefore silent;
 2 53|    come, calm yourself, Madame Puritan, or I'll remove you to a
 3 53|        husband, a most austere Puritan. She appeared to be in ecstasy,
 4 55|      in the veins of the young Puritan, and went toward him, crying
 5 55| assistance of the disconcerted Puritan. ~"Ah, you fear your prisoner
 6 55|      that cursed d'Artagnan. A Puritan only adores virgins, and
 7 56|  murmured Milady; "the austere Puritan lies." ~As to the soldier,
 8 56|        life, do you, my pretty Puritan? But that's more than dislike,
 9 57|       of a king. ~Felton was a Puritan; he abandoned the hand of
10 59|     noise he heard, the simple Puritan fancied he recognized the