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Brown Corpus
Their sentry followed.
Four hands were stretched toward me by my comrades behind me.
Marquet held my briefcase ; ;
Finot held a wallet with my money and papers ; ;
Moineau and David held nothing but their fingers.
They felt rough and kind and warm.
At this moment the volley-ball hit the ground.
Duclos ran toward Desprez with fists raised.
The guards all rushed up to intervene ''
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