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Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. . His blood would be sweet with it. Luck. “You cannot seriously believe,” he said, “that at the present moment I care a snap of the fingers whether I have any dinner or not. There he sat as before, with the heavy fetters on his limbs, and beside him sat his three companions, who had since expiated their offences on the gibbet. ” He leaned back in his chair as though wearied. Directly in range stood the strange young man, although he was at the far side of the loft. From his pale skin and inky hair color it was apparent that his ancestry was half-Hispanic and half-European, perhaps French. And he liked her.
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