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The other solder, holding his bleeding side with a bleeding hand said, Lieutenant, what were they? Nighthawks? I don t think so, said William.
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' 'They would. I spoke with the men of that army. They are like crazy men. They sound as if they have been visited by evil spirits, like the Bantak did.
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Not the sweet, white meat that she had asked for in that other voice of hers, the meat she could, if she desired, take by force. Tonight the meal was simply stale bacon, filched from the kitchens.