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1        V| bottes, que sainte Estocade confonde, j’irai !~ ~ ~– Prends garde,
2    XVIII|    Cher parpaillot que Dieu confonde, je suis content de toi,
3    XXXVI|     venu.~ ~ ~– Que l’enfer confonde ce cheval ! cria le messager
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