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| Ah! But it’s not my business. My work is my business. See my saw! I call it my Little Guillotine. La, la, la; La, la, la! And off his head comes! | |
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| There could not be fewer than five hundred people, and they were dancing like five thousand demons around Lucie. This was the Carmagnole. As it passed, leaving Lucie frightened and bewildered in the doorway of the wood-sawyer’s house. |
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