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Banco: the Further Adventures of PapillonFor example, they dug up the case of a Frenchman murdered two years back, in which the killer had never been found. Did I know anything about it? I knew nothing? Wasn't it in my interest, considering my position, to know a little? Oh, this was beginning to be a splendid party, this was. I had had about enough of these bastards. It might not be very serious for the moment, but if it went on and I blew up, God only knew what would happen. No, I couldn't blow my stack here, not in this country that had given me my chance of being a free man once more and of making a home for myself. There was no point in going round and round the mulberry bush: I sold the Grand CafГ© and the other joints, and Rita and I went off to Spain. Maybe I'd be able to start some kind of business there. But I couldn't get going. The European countries are too well organized. In Madrid, when I had obtained the first thirteen permits to open a business, they kindly told me I needed a fourteenth. It seemed to me that that was just one too many ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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