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"
I
’
m
sharing
the
fate
of
the
women
of
my
time
who
challenged
men
to
battle
.
"
"
To
your
vast
surprise
it
was
just
like
all
battles
,
"
he
answered
,
adopting
her
formal
diction
.
"
Just
like
all
battles
.
"
She
thought
this
over
.
"
You
pick
a
set
-
up
,
or
else
win
a
Pyrrhic
victory
,
or
you
’
re
wrecked
and
ruined
—
you
’
re
a
ghostly
echo
from
a
broken
wall
.
"
"
You
are
neither
wrecked
nor
ruined
,
"
he
told
her
.
"
Are
you
quite
sure
you
’
ve
been
in
a
real
battle
?
"
"
Look
at
me
!
"
she
cried
furiously
.
"
You
’
ve
suffered
,
but
many
women
suffered
before
they
mistook
themselves
for
men
.
"
It
was
becoming
an
argument
and
he
retreated
.
"
In
any
case
you
mustn
’
t
confuse
a
single
failure
with
a
final
defeat
.
"
She
sneered
.
"
Beautiful
words
,
"
and
the
phrase
transpiring
up
through
the
crust
of
pain
humbled
him
.
"
We
would
like
to
go
into
the
true
reasons
that
brought
you
here
—
"
he
began
but
she
interrupted
.
"
I
am
here
as
a
symbol
of
something
.
I
thought
perhaps
you
would
know
what
it
was
.
"
