| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - ??My sword is heartily at your service, my dear boy,?? cries the lieutenant, kissing him; ??you are a brave lad, and I love your spirit; but I fear your strength, for such a blow and so much loss of blood must have very much weakened you; and, though you feel no want of strength in your bed, yet you most probably would after a thrust or two.
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