“Not bad at all,” he said when he paused for a second to catch his breath,

   “Not bad at all,” he said when he paused for a second to catch his breath, circling to her right.

   “For a wench?”

   “For a squire, say. A green one.” He laughed a ragged, breathless laugh. “Come on, come on my sweetling, the music’s still playing. Might I have this dance, my lady?”

                                        -George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

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