Maybe he needed a thrashingto bring him out of his funk. Atfirst, Bembo was inclined to keep on walking. 1wonder what. The Unkerlanters are pouring over the western border, andthere's no one to stop them! Now this, Leudast said as he tramped through western Forthweg, thisis what efficiency is all about.
Why should they? the fellow with the cot next to his replied. But is he clever enough to imagine what Ilike when I was his age, or maybe even younger? I doubt it; the cl No, he hno officers, nor even any sergeants, to tell him what to do. Thatmade Istvan want to laugh.
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