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"You miserable little whelp," said thehis balance I darted out of the chair to the right He slipped over the chair and fell to the floor

There was uproarious laughter froave up their patterned steps

"Giovanni Longo was brave,"his cool glance to the red-hairedcould save Byzantium Her hour had come Time had run out for the Emperors and chimney sweeps And in the holocaust that followed, so much was irretrievably lost Libraries by th

e hundreds were burnt So many sacred texts with all their imponderable mysteries went up in smoke "

I backed away from the drunk attacker, who rolled over on the floor

"You lousy little lapdog!" the sprawling man shouted at me "Give me your hand, I tell you "

"Ah, but Sir," I said, "I think you want more than that "

"And I'll have it!" he said, but he only skidded and fell back down again with a roan

One of the other ray hair and a beautifully lined face, a reasy joint of mutton-looked up at led to get to his feet

"H up at iants, and your stones are not for throwing just yet "

I smiled back at him "Your jest is as clumsy as your friend, Sir As for ht where they are in their pouch and wait for you to stumble in the way of your friend "

"Did you say the books, Sir," asked the red-haired e "The books were burnt in the fall of the greatest city in the world?"

"Yes, he cares about books, this fellow," said the black-haired oner, the dance has changed Tell him not to mock his elders "

The two dancers came towards me, both as drunk as the man who had fallen They reat odoriferous and heavy breathing a beast with four arms

"You sround?" one of thes