" The clock tinkled ten. It is no good. He grabbed her wrist and prised the weapon from her fingers, ignoring her other hand that clawed at his to try to retain the trophy. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. They put her down, and she leaped at them; she smote a helmet to the ground. ‘Merely making a useful contact. He looked at his friend.
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