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In 1816 the grenadier Fleuriot recognized her in an inn in Strasbourg.
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Close behind them came a tall, resolute grenadier of the Rapp-Thorberg army.
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A good grenadier, in those days, seldom lasted more than six months.
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One might as well try to keep a grenadier from a wine-bottle.
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But there you saw a flash that would have cowed a grenadier.
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Turning to the right man of the guard, Come here, you grenadier.
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But you'll give me a lift on your carriage? said the grenadier.
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With a final mute look of supplication, the grenadier began to creep forward.
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She had the tread of a grenadier and the voice of an angel.
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Sometimes all the grenadier companies would be put together in a separate battalion.
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Napoleon enters with four grenadier guards and causes an immediate uproar.
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To humiliate them still more, the mutinous grenadier was shot by the gendarmes.
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The grenadier stared at his comrade, and his comrade at him.
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But Nell, with her grenadier step, went swiftly and threw open the door.
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But will you take me in your carriage? asked the grenadier.
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About five, we perceived two battalions wearing grenadier caps coming on.
