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Of All The Weapons In The World, Love Is The Most Dangerous.

My Sisters And I Cannot Spend Any Substantial Time Searching For Wickham, As We Are Each Commanded By His Majesty To Defend Hertfordshire From All Enemies Until Such Time As We Are Dead, Rendered Lame, Or Married.

Her Only Fault Is That She Lacks Sense Enough To Avoid Falling In Love With Such A Fool As I!

My Men Have Suffered Greatly (from Boredom), Much Blood Has Been Shed (by Mosquitoes), And I Have Swung My Ax Mightily (chopping Firewood). Surely We Have Earned Our Place In The Annals Of History—for Never Has There Been So Little War In A War.

Elizabeth Sheathed Her Sword, Knelt Behind Him, And Strangled Him To Death With His Own Large Bowel.