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 1 6 |     with dust, wearing large boots, and holding a whip in his
 2 14|      a soldier; and his buff boots still slightly covered with
 3 19|     their lackeys, "clean my boots, and fetch the horses from
 4 20|       not liking to soil his boots with this artificial mortar,
 5 20|    to be in great haste. His boots were covered with dust,
 6 23|      Planchet brush off your boots yesterday from the pavement
 7 25| Artagnan glanced down at his boots, all covered with mud; but
 8 25|     appears to me that if my boots need a sponge, your stockings
 9 25|  will make Planchet brush my boots; and when he has done, I
10 63|  opening gates; the noise of boots and spurs resounded on the