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 1      III|       pallid and emaciated face, cut in two by an immense nose—
 2    XXIII|     Lacheneur’s horse, its chest cut open by the bayonets, reared,
 3    XXVII|         to designate them by the cut of their coats and by the
 4     XXIX|             It is easy enough to cut these bars. On which side
 5      XXX|     whisper. “The lower bars are cut.”~ ~“Ah! how can I ever
 6      XXX|        ardor.~ ~The corporal had cut one of the second row of
 7      XXX|         was ready. The bars were cut, and the ropes, which had
 8      XXX|        been foully tampered with—cut!~ ~
 9    XXXIV|         they had been previously cut, and my father was~ precipitated
10     XXXV|          its surface was uneven, cut by innumerable fissures
11     XXXV|              The scoundrels have cut the rope!” he exclaimed,
12     XXXV|       hands on the scoundrel who cut the rope,” cried the corporal,
13   XXXVII| announced that the cord had been cut. And yet he could not make
14  XXXVIII|     insulting letter.~ ~“We have cut him to the quick,” he thought.~ ~
15  XXXVIII|      longer suspect me of having cut the ropes which I carried
16  XXXVIII|          between us? You did not cut the ropes; but who condemned
17      XLV|    Oiselle, but she preferred to cut across the fields, thinking
18      LIV|        the young officer who had cut off his retreat, and who