The unequal battle went on. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. ‘What do you say of these troops?’ ‘You see, we’re militia. And she’s pluck to the backbone.
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