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7249	Twain, Mark	A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Part 8.			.txt	text/plain	11451	613	85	Out from his tent rode great Sir Sagramor, an imposing tower of iron, stately and rigid, his huge spear standing upright in its socket and grasped in his strong hand, his grand horse's face and breast cased in steel, his body clothed in rich trappings that almost dragged the ground--oh, a most noble picture. They were good men, every one, but they had two defects which I couldn't cure, and so had to wink at: they wouldn't lay aside their armor, and they would knock down fare --I mean rob the company.	cache/7249.txt	txt/7249.txt
