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In bewilderment Crispin took the outstretched hand of his old fellow-roysterer.
-"Oddslife," he growled, "if to have me waylaid, dragged from my horse and wounded by those sons of dogs, your myrmidons, be your manner of expressing gratitude, I'd as lief you had let me go unthanked."