" "Iss, missis," grinned the black. And the door was suddenly thrown open, and the two janizaries felled to the ground by the strong arm of the stalwart robber. You’re a piss-poor liar, John. What he needed most in this hour was a bottle of American rye-whisky and a friendly American bar-keep to talk to. I drew upon every skill I had ever learned in battle in 199 her tournaments.
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