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V. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. The tired woman looked quietly at her. Trees were torn up by the roots; many houses were levelled to the ground; others were unroofed; the leads on the churches were ripped off, and "shrivelled up like scrolls of parchment. She let out a wail. "It's a miserable weakness to be afraid of bloodshed. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. " "For mercy's sake, go on!" cried Winifred.
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