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 1       XV|        medicine slung over his shoulder, they took off their hats
 2      XVI|  executioner is laid upon your shoulder, remember that I warned
 3     XVII|       was laid gently upon her shoulder.~ ~She trembled, and, turning
 4    XVIII|    when, with his gun upon his shoulder, he crossed the Oiselle
 5   XXVIII|      Reche with my gun upon my shoulder, and my sword by my side;
 6     XXXI|        kindly upon his guest’s shoulder, and forced him to resume
 7       XL|       leaning heavily upon the shoulder of Aunt Medea.~ ~Mme. Blanche
 8     XLII|        the executioner upon my shoulder, when Lacheneur took me
 9     XLII|      woods with his gun on his shoulder. He is frightful to look
10      LII|   tapped her familiarly on the shoulder, and said:~ ~“In short,
11       LV| messenger was looking over his shoulder:~ ~“Monsieur—Not day after