After all, that son of Satan was a fool, and the thing was worth doing, because the coming revolution would wipe all debts out.
Sahamin did not mind imparting that idea to his companions, with much senile chuckling, while they strolled together from the riverside towards the residence.

The bull-necked Lakamba, listening with pouted lips without the sign of a smile, without a gleam in his dull, bloodshot eyes, shuffled slowly across the courtyard between his two guests.

But suddenly Bahassoen broke in upon the old man's prattle with the generous enthusiasm of his youth.

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