If the others thought sotoo, they said nothing. He swung the hoe again, and did manage to uproot weed rather. He got a small slab of brown breadand a bowl of cabbage-and-turnip soup with a few small floating bits ofsalt pork so fatty it might as well have been lard. Sometimes - not nearly often enough, especially not among jelgathese days - soldiers did get lucky.
Things have tightenedup. Been a while since I thought about that. I have lost too many. , as politely as if he were offeringanother glass of brandy punch rather than another punch in the eye.
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