They circled each other on the open deck below themainmast, their blades weaving, touching and tapping lightly, as eachsought an opening. From the slow match in his hand he lit the shorterfuse. The leopards sawed and coughed in the thickets,and often he startled unseen herds of antelope, whose hoofs drummedthrough the night. He whipped one hand over her eyes and, with the other arm around herwaist, lifted her off her feet and ran with her towards the bed ofgrass.
It is 1667 and the mighty naval war between the Dutch and the Englishstill rages. He stared at them,stupefied, as they sailed in serenely between the heads. Come inside, Lieveling. Aboli, take us in to the bank, if you please.
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