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| 18 | 689 | The boy smartly parried them, not striking his own View more quotes about blows">blows. |
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| 18 | 686 | He had loved, and he had fought. |
| 18 | 687 | He was a man. |
| 18 | 688 | Claudius, with a cry of rage, the cloak of white, spotted fur of sea sleen swirling behind him, leaped at the boy, sword high, raining blows upon him. |
| 18 | 689 | The boy smartly parried them, not striking his own blows. |
| 18 | 690 | "Yes," said the boy, "I am not an unskilled swordsman. |
| 18 | 691 | Now let us fight". |
| 18 | 692 | Claudius threw aside his swirling cloak and, warily, approached the boy. |