“We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. ‘Eh bien?’ She thrust again, from the same place. Perhaps you'll give me in return some token, by which I may remind you of this occurrence, in case we meet again. Ten thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with the work of devastation. It’s that father of yours you take after, no question. There was little fighting spirit here.
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