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1       XX|     his captor shook him so roughly that two pistols, which
2    XXIII|  Escorval,” he said, almost roughly, “are going to leave here
3    XXXIV|     Martial pushed his wife roughly aside.~ ~“Wretch!” said
4     XXXV|     rose two men seized him roughly.~ ~“Ah, no foolishness,”
5    XXXIX| seized his arm and shook it roughly, saying, in the most peremptory
6     XLII|   the arm, she said, almost roughly:~ ~“Control yourself, father.
7     XLIV|     Let me alone,” he said, roughly, disengaging himself.~ ~