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1        I| Monsieur Laugeron, who, when I mounted his horse, said to me: ‘
2        V|      be his wife—all his blood mounted madly to his brain.~ ~He
3    XXIII|     too could flee; was he not mounted upon a gallant steed which
4   XXVIII|     bitterness of the past had mounted to his brain like fumes
5     XXXI|    monseigneur to order some~ ~mounted soldiers to accompany me,
6     XXXI|      on my return, I saw eight mounted soldiers, guided by a peasant,
7      LIV|    letter, but Martial’s blood mounted to his forehead.~ ~“Can