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"I hope there ain't, but I can't make so 'Nation sure of that," said the guard, in gruff soliloquy.
Even the legendary craft of the company, a craft subtler and more secret than its fabled books of secret subtle wisdom, had not fired his soul with the energy of apostleship.
On the brink of despair, he sent a servant with money to the temple, to pray to the gods for success in his venture.
The last remark was made to a vender of panoramic photographs who was approaching with a courteous smile.
