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Confound this slavery of sex! I am a man! I will get this under if I am killed in doing it!” She scowled into the cold blacknesses about her. No; she'd never go back. Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop of stalwart fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oaken cudgels, and links in their hands. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. " "Are you ready?" said Trenchard, striding towards the door. So far the boy's mind was clear. It looked very patient, she thought, and a little self-satisfied. If the creator drew a hero anything like himself, she would accept it as a sign that he did care a little.
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