Unferth: "An old witch spat her teeth out there,"
"They were bad teeth-green and red and rotting. They grew into Apple
trees. Nobody in his right mind would eat fruit like that."
Hrothgar: "You feel well?"
Beowulf: "Never better."
Hrothgar: "But you heard what Unferth said?"
Beowulf: "I heard."
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