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1       XX|        open and a man entered, panting and breathless.~ ~This man
2     XXIV|     court-yard, and the horse, panting, exhausted, and flecked
3     XXXI| covered with perspiration, and panting for breath.~ ~Twilight was
4    XXXIX|     Marquis de Courtornieu was panting for breath—while the Duc
5     XLIX| nightfall, his horse returned, panting, covered with foam, and
6      LIV|     did not cease crying, in a panting voice:~ ~“Fly! Blanche,
7       LV|  rushed to the Place d’Italie, panting with hope and ambition,