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Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had thecourage of an especially brave ewe. There was nothing to get out of them in that respect, and I tried, Galaxy knows. But her fingerswere undoing his laces and her tongue was in his mouth and her hand slippedinside his smallclothes and brought him out, and he could not see theweirwoods anymore, only her. He sat up at once, his back to the stone wall,listening to the sounds of struggle.
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