1. Across the terrace, Lysa laughed gaily at some jest of Lord Hunter’s, and nibbled a blackberry from the point of Ser Lyn Corbray’s dagger. They were the suitors who stood highest in Lysa’s favor . . . today, at least. Catelyn would have been hardpressed to say which man was more unsuitable.
(If Catelyn had said which man was more unsuitable, she would have been hardpressed)
2. “Lord Beric is as much a hero as Ser Loras. He’s ever so brave and gallant.”
“I suppose,” Sansa said doubtfully. Beric Dondarrion was handsome enough, but he was awfully old, almost twentytwo; the Knight of Flowers would have been much better.
(If Lord Beric and Knight of Flowers had been put together for comparison, the Knight of Flowers would have been much better)
3. I am told he took a bloody spear for his sigil. A bloody cleaver would have been my choice.
(If I had had to choose something for my sigil, a bloody cleaver would have been my choice)
4. Because knights are fools, and it would have been beneath him to look twice at some poxy peasant.
(If a knight had looked twice at some poxy peasant, it would have been beneath him)
5. He was the one I’d hoped to trust. Varys and Littlefinger were no more loyal, he suspected . . . only more subtle, and thus more dangerous. Perhaps his father’s way would have been best: summon Ilyn Payne, mount three heads above the gates, and have done. And wouldn’t that be a pretty sight, he thought.
(If his and his father's way had been put together for comparison, his father’s way would have been best)
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6. Overgrown and stony, it would have been slow going even in the best of times, and last night’s snow had left it muddy as well. (I am less sure about this one.
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6. Overgrown and stony, it would have been slow going even in the best of times, and last night’s
snow had left it muddy as well.
(I am less sure about this one. Where is the condition?)
zuotengdazuo1. Across the terrace, Lysa laughed gaily at some jest of Lord Hunter’s, and nibbled a blackberry from the point of Ser Lyn Corbray’s dagger. They were the suitors who stood highest in Lysa’s favor . . . today, at least. Catelyn would have been hardpressed to say which man was more unsuitable.
(If Catelyn had said which man was more unsuitable, she