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"A storm!" exclaimed the landlord. Keep his arms down. Satisfied with his scrutiny, he produced a pocket-flask, and taking off the silver cup with which it was mounted, filled it with the contents of the flask, and then seizing the thin arm of the sleeper, rudely shook it. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. The garçon was tipped as he had never been tipped before in his life. Kneebone's cheeks glowed with rage, and he set down the wine untasted, while Blueskin resumed his song.
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