He caught sight of Una 's yellow head . ` Have you seen a painted lead-slinger ? ' he called . ` No-o , ' said Una . ` But if you 've seen a bullet -- ' ` Seen ? ' cried the man . ` It passed within a hair 's breadth of my ear . ' ` Well , that was me . I 'm most awfully sorry . ' ` Did n't the Faun tell you I was coming ? ' He smiled . ` Not if you mean Puck . I thought you were a Gleason cow . I -- I did n't know you were a -- a -- What are you ? ' He laughed outright , showing a set of splendid teeth . His face and eyes were dark , and his eyebrows met above his big nose in one bushy black bar . ` They call me Parnesius . I have been a Centurion of the Seventh Cohort of the Thirtieth Legion -- the Ulpia Victrix . Did you sling that bullet ? ' ' I did .
I was using Dan 's catapult , ' said XXXXX .
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