Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it. "I knew his poor mother, and for her sake I'll not see this done," cried John Dump. Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. When he awoke, it was late in the day; but though he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse of a face peeping at him through the iron grating over the door, no one entered the prison, or held any communication with him. I figured it would hurt your feelings if you knew I still talked to him, so I kept my mouth shut.
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