[ in a move that may startle other patrons, sharpe picks the weapon up and gives it his own inspection. checking the sword bayonet with a satisfied sound of steel sliding through its holdings. ]
She's a beauty. You keep her in good working order. [ all the lads did, he thought. a soft pang of nostalgia piercing his chest. ]
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She's a beauty. You keep her in good working order. [ all the lads did, he thought. a soft pang of nostalgia piercing his chest. ]