Chapitre

1  23| son fusil Joseph, sa pipe Marietto, sa marmite Vidasso (grosse
2  23|  disait à sa pipe :~ ~ ~« Marietto, tu te fais plus noire qu’
3  23|   Tu portes les culottes, Marietto ! Jamais femme que toi ne
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