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HE spoke a variant of the Peking dialect and he didn't speak this very well. But it was good enough. Minchow, as a caravan center, had been brought up on strange accents.
The voice came in a drawling, choppy snarl, almost plaintive, at times, like the menacing talk of an offended tiger.