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Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop of stalwart fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oaken cudgels, and links in their hands. A fierce struggle ensued. Without a single ornament about her neck, or hair, wearing the plainest of black gowns, out of which her shoulders shone gleaming white, she was easily the most noticeable and the most distinguished-looking woman in the room. "I'll pledge you in that toast with all my heart. McClintock will have some. He waved an arm and spoke with a peculiar resonance. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers.
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