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The abducted brideThe steps were too heavy. It was not a woman, just probably another tired seaman who wanted a room for the night. He was surprised suddenly when an American appeared at the top of the steps looking as though he had just stepped from the advertising section of one of those American men's magazines Shalla had sometimes seen, old and used, in the barbershop. He must be wealthy and perhaps looking for a woman for the day. Why else would he come down to this section of town. Damn, if he only had the American girl here now he could probably get four or five times the price he would have from the customers he had sold to yesterday. "May I help you, Monsieur," he purred in his best English, hoping to make an immediate impression on him. He enjoyed speaking to them first in English and always getting the query, "Why, how did you know I was American?" It was strange that they didn't even know themselves they always looked so different from Europeans in their neat looking ever-pressed suits and shirts. Kevin looked at the desk clerk for a moment before answering ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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