“I fought till my sword did cleave to my hand; and then they were joined together as if a sword grew out of my arm; and when the blood ran through my fingers, then I fought with most courage.”

Part II, Ch. XI : Mr. Valiant-For-Truth
The Pilgrim's Progress (1678), Part II

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English Christian writer and preacher 1628–1688

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