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1        I|        Who could say that this rider was not some English or
2        I|        of long duration.~ ~The rider proved to be a fellow-countryman,
3        I|     squirrel.”~ ~Meanwhile the rider had drawn rein at the inn
4    XXIII|     fell backward, burying his rider beneath him.~ ~And the soldiers
5    XXIII|    body of the horse the brave rider was struggling to free himself.~ ~
6   XXVIII|     him. Can you guess who the rider was? Martial de Sairmeuse.~ ~“
7  XXXVIII|        the road.~ ~A horse and rider on their way to Montaignac,
8     XLIX| strange that such an excellent rider should have met with such