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my dear Dune, your chivalry does you credit." Then that black, blinding, surging rage and the blow that followed.

He did not know what he had intended to do.

It did not matter--only in the force that there had been in his arm there had been the accumulated hatred of years, hatred that dated from that first term at school thirteen years ago when he had known Carfax for the dirty hypocrite that he was.

He could not stay now to think of the many things that had led to this climax.