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1     XVII|  produced, she now proceeded to beat a retreat—a manoeuvre so
2     XXII| misfortunes; the drums began to beat, and with shouts of: “Vive
3    XXIII|        by the bayonets, reared, beat the air with his hoofs,
4    XXXII|         difference.~ ~The drums beat for the evening roll-call,
5      XLV|         remorse, made her heart beat with such violence that
6     XLVI|         her life made her heart beat more quickly. She did not
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