"Well, Wells Mosser really go?" spluttered old H. Flung, sidling Nehrer the bar. "Geib me Van Order of scotch, you old Dragon, Quigg! The Servis here is not of the Goodkind, and if you don't watch out, they'll Steele your Doe. The hand is Pfister. . . . I'm Weiss enough not to MacKinney rash statements about our lickin 'em Forte to nothin,' but put it on the Page that we'll raid the Big Red 7 to 6. Watch out below:
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