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1 32|  very handsomely!" ~The poor fowl was thin, and covered with
2 32|  with all their efforts. The fowl must have been sought for
3 32|   anticipation, that sublime fowl which was the object of
4 32|     it. ~In the place of the fowl a dish of haricot beans
5 32|  Porthos ate his wing of the fowl timidly, and shuddered when
6 32|  soup, the black feet of the fowl, and the only mutton bone
7 47|     just time to finish this fowl and to drink one glass of
8 47| Aramis, who was cutting up a fowl. ~"And this carte blanche,"
9 52|    your appetite. Taste that fowl and those fish. On my honor,