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1     XVII|       replied Mlle. Blanche, angrily; “hold your tongue!”~ ~She
2    XXVII|   inquired the duke, looking angrily over the audience.~ ~No
3   XXXIII|      the garrison?” he said, angrily. “You might have known that
4    XXXVI|      question,” he retorted, angrily.~ ~“I beg your pardon, of
5    XXXIX| across her breast, she said, angrily:~ ~“Why did you remain here
6       LI|   fellow!” said the marquis, angrily, on receiving this news. “
7      LII|  correctly; “Chupin!”~ ~Then angrily:~ ~“Tell this man that I