As he looked around, he beheld an incessant stream of passengers hurrying on below. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. Russell trouble, a good lot of trouble. A little love from him would be enough. That there Frenchie didn’t look any too friendly to me.
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