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 1      XII|      overpowered reason, and to the furious desires which agitated him?~ ~“
 2       XV|           turn pale, they heard the furious gallop of a horse, and soon
 3      XVI|              For a second, the most furious passion contracted his features.~ ~
 4      XVI|        Lacheneur could restrain his furious passion no longer.~ ~“Well,
 5      XIX|             not the case, he became furious.~ ~“Am I, then, the dupe
 6     XXII|             were interrupted by the furious gallop of a horse.~ ~A carriage
 7     XXIV|          hastening to obey when the furious gallop of a horse and the
 8     XXIV| considerably annoyed.~ ~He appeared furious when the corporal came and
 9    XXVII|           have supposed that he was furious; secretly, he was delighted.
10    XXVII|           and innocent victims of a furious reaction had not—oh, shame!—
11    XXVII|           to my ability——”~ ~With a furious gesture the duke interrupted
12     XXIX|             re-entered the citadel, furious with himself for his own
13      XXX|           him such another? And how furious Mlle. Blanche would be!~ ~
14   XXXIII|          before, Chupin flew into a furious passion.~ ~“So it was to
15   XXXVII|       influence of Jean Lacheneur’s furious hatred. As soon as they
16    XXXIX|           comment upon them. With a furious gesture she tore her bridal
17    XXXIX|       shoulders.~ ~For the duke was furious with his former friends.~ ~
18      XLI|             afterward, harassed and furious; and the officer in charge
19    XLVII|         suppose,” said Jean, with a furious gesture.~ ~“And the wretch
20      LIV|       disarm him.~ ~Through all the furious struggle, Martial did not