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 1       II|    wished to speak with me. I ran to the chateau.~ ~“The messenger
 2       VI|       that old hag, his wife, ran after the carriage like
 3       IX|  glances on every side as she ran. Maurice remarked, not without
 4    XXIII|       duke’s sang-froid.~ ~He ran to the barracks, and in
 5    XXIII|       majority of them. A few ran across the fields and gained
 6    XXVII| oblivious to the murmur which ran through the audience, the
 7     XXIX|      of a few passers-by, she ran on, thinking only of shortening
 8     XXXI|     night in my house, but he ran away in my absence; and
 9    XXXII|     mud and stones at me, and ran after me, shouting: ‘Traitor!
10  XXXVIII|       Montaignac, that nearly ran over him, aroused him from
11  XXXVIII|   soldiers were very near; he ran to meet them, and addressing
12      XLI|       take the diligence that ran between Piedmont and Montaignac,
13    XLVII| observed me he slunk away.’ I ran here like one crazed. But