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"That means," said Redwood, "that you are beaten."
"We are not beaten. No, Sir. You cannot say we are beaten. But your sons
have broken the rules of war. Once last night, and now again. After our
attack had been withdrawn. This afternoon they began to bombard
London--"
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That's legitimate!"
They have been firing shells filled with--poison."
Poison?"
Yes. Poison. The Food--"
Herakleophorbia?"
Yes, Sir. Mr. Caterham, Sir--"
You are beaten! Of course that beats you. It's Cossar! What can you
hope to do now? What good is it to do anything now? You will breathe it
in the dust of every street. What is there to fight for more? Rules of
war, indeed! And now Caterham wants to humbug me to help him bargain.
Good heavens, man! Why should I come to your exploded windbag? He has
played his game ... murdered and muddled. Why should I?"
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