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 1       VI|   throat.~ ~“Where is this fighting?” demanded Lacheneur eagerly; “
 2       VI|   of rage.~ ~“They are not fighting,” he replied; “they are
 3       VI|   torn, as if you had been fighting.”~ ~The young farmer hesitated
 4    XVIII|    only one favor, that of fighting, of triumphing, or of dying
 5    XXIII|   breast.~ ~“You have been fighting!” exclaimed the duke, in
 6     XXIV|    evening thought we were fighting. Look at my gun; I have
 7    XXVII|    by a sabre-thrust while fighting by my side.”~ ~The face
 8   XXVIII|     I declared that he was fighting against the troops by my
 9     XXXI|  that he sets everybody to fighting and killing one another—
10  XXXVIII| self-justification, but of fighting,” he said, in a tone rude