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20330	Dickson, Harris	The Black Wolf's Breed A Story of France in the Old World and the New, happening in the Reign of Louis XIV			.txt	text/plain	72608	5003	87	Times when a man's good sword was ever his truest friend, when he who charge me at the court of France, what no man save my king dare say to Place these dispatches in my brother Serigny's hands immediately upon Bienville a strong heart and a firm hand, a man who prefers to devote his building, a man came down the inner stairs and passed out, coming in Holding my long sword in my left hand, I swung my right free, "From what place comes my lord?" and for the second time in a day I was "Am I not a comely man?" the lady asked, one touch of woman's vanity of day we two men stood, glaring at each other and watched it come. "Truly, comrade, thou hast good lungs," Jerome told me days afterward. "I know, perchance, of such a man, Madame; would you tell me more of	./cache/20330.txt	./txt/20330.txt