the ship looked on the verge of leaving the port, which was something Marat had absolutely forbidden. It took only a little consultation to agree that they would charge the ship before it escaped. The platoon began an orderly trot into the vaulted tunnel, though the men who had swallowed too much smoke soon bent the formation. It mattered little. This was their terrain, and they knew it well. They regularly conducted drills in the shadow of the colossi, though none of the hods felt any reverence for those giants of the old aristocracy, and they expressed their contempt by using those stately
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