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Italians. "The ban-dogs!" thundered a tall man, whose stature and former avocations had procured him the nickname of "The long drover of the Borough market. "I won't trouble you further, Jack," he remarked. Be honest, and you will be happy. In some cases they were ground almost to powder; in others, driven deeply into the earth, as if discharged from a piece of ordnance. Certain phases of irony always caused him to chuckle audibly. He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents. ’ ‘But two letters,’ put in the woman. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. Smith obeyed.
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