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He was disquieted. “Call me Cathy, John. He can't play cards, either, when he's sober. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. ‘I assure you it was mutual. I saw him lying on the footway. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt.
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