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| 48 | 374 | Timarchos, with View more quotes about great">great pain, struggled to his feet, and Lysymachos, weak and bloody, stood, as well. |
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| 48 | 371 | "Forgive me, dear Desmond," said Grendel. |
| 48 | 372 | "Kill it, kill it!" cried Desmond of Harfax. |
| 48 | 373 | "No," said Lord Grendel. |
| 48 | 374 | Timarchos, with great pain, struggled to his feet, and Lysymachos, weak and bloody, stood, as well. |
| 48 | 375 | "My son," came from the container. |
| 48 | 376 | "Father," said Grendel. |
| 48 | 377 | He then placed the damaged container tenderly into the arms of Timarchos. |