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1    XXVII| chair, a superbly carved and gilded fauteuil, sent by the Duc
2    XXVII|    The duke bounded from his gilded arm-chair.~ ~“Wretch!” he
3    XXVII|    Sairmeuse fidgeted in his gilded arm-chair with every sign
4  XXXVIII|  knew.~ ~Leaning against the gilded door-post, he witnessed
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