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decuriones 1
Patrick was the son of a Roman decurio.
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In a few hours, the Wallachians had assembled before the Decurio's house.
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Imre held out his hand, but the Decurio did not accept it.
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The crowd halted before the Decurio's window, greeting him with loud vociferations.
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The Decurio stroked the fair hair of the lovely suppliant.
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The Decurio drew a pistol from his breast, and approached the cask of gunpowder.
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According to the flesh, I am of noble birth, my father being a Decurio.
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The latter pronounced the Decurio's name, and produced his pazsura.
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A young Wallachian, with long plaited hair, confronted the Decurio.
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The Decurio seized his arms and drew him aside.
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The Decurio brought some refreshment, laid a small prayer-book on the pillow, and left the orphan by herself.
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The Decurio turned hastily round.
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A disorderly troop of Wallachians approached the Decurio's house, triumphantly bearing the hussar's csako on a pole before them.
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Decurio, this is madness!
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"Accept my horse as a remembrance," said the young man, turning to the Decurio.
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Trembling, she raised herself in the bed and taking the Decurio's large, sinewy hands within her own, she murmured: Be merciful!