The Court of Lions was thronged with guards and courtiers and alfaquis, as in the old times of the Moors […]

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Some five years before, the Colonel Commanding […] had asked them why the three stars should he, a Colonel of the Line, command a dashed nursery for double-dashed bottle-suckers who put on condemned tin spurs and rode qualified mokes at the hiatused heads of forsaken Black Regiments.

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