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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland A Princess of the Balkans — Chapter XI (1916)

A moment later, a gaunt, black-bearded man came hewing his way through with blows of terrific force and quickness, while his fierce face peered constantly this way and that as if in search of some one.
Thalia put her lips close to Dallas' ear. "That is Ishmi Bey," she said.
But the pivotal center of the fight was Rosenthal. Squarely in the middle of the street, the Jew's big bulk loomed through the swirling dust, while his harsh voice, admonishing friend and foe, rose above the din of the fight.
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland A Princess of the Balkans — Chapter XI (1916)

Swinging in his saddle, he shouted a harsh order and pointed toward Rosenthal's Serbs with the blade of his yataghan. The next instant the Shkipetari were hurled in assault.
Dallas had barely time to drag Thalia up the steps and into the han before the Albanians had struck their enemy. The street was narrow, and the powdery dust of the road swept up in such dense swirling clouds that for several moments it was impossible to follow the fortunes of the fight. Horses and men were down, and the combatants were so tightly wedged as to be unable to use rifle or carbine.
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland A Princess of the Balkans — Chapter XI (1916)

Backward down the road they forced the Serbs, while the blinding dust rose thicker and thicker. Rosenthal alone appeared to hold his own; planted in the middle of the street, he fought like a huge, raging Mephistopheles, his clothes in ribbons and the blood streaming down his satanic face. Now and then Dallas caught a glimpse of Sir James; the Englishman had torn the carbine from the hands of a Serb and was fighting like the Jew, his weapon clubbed. Backward the Serbs were forced, struggling over the bodies of men and horses, until presently Rosenthal alone blocked the road.
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