Not so long ago he had tasted his first champagne; very expensive, something more than two hundred pounds.

Stupid ass! And yet.

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The very life he had always been longing for, dreaming of, behind his counters: to be free, to rove at will, to seek adventure.
"Then," said Sir Tristram, "I will fight with you unto the uttermost." "I grant," said Sir Palomides, "for in a better quarrel keep I never to fight, for and I die of your hands, of a better knight's hands may I not be slain.".