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some loosely related phrases ( )
In this European smelting pot, full of competition's outcasts and masters, from the straights of Gilbralta to the depths of blackest forests, from the steeps of Asia sweeping in over the frozen marshes...
What other glue but capital can hold these foreigners together and measure their efforts worth? Sacs of salt and pepper await...
Surely my good Hun's stirrups serve me well even here in the land of my Christian mother, where the signs have told of foreboding things to come and of great victorys that await us and our tribe.
More furious than the greek's fire we will rein out over the horizon...
out past the windmills to the tall sails beyond them... for my father's lands grow smaller as his sons multiply...
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