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Talbot Mundy The King in Check — Chapter 2 (1922)

Grim asked, and the man in bed closed up like a clam that has been touched.
He was a strange-looking fellow—rather like one of those lean Spaniards whom Goya used to paint, with a scant beard turning gray, and hollow cheeks. He had thrown off the gray army blanket because fever burned him, and his lean, hard muscles stood out as if cast in bronze.
"But for the Jews, Feisul would be king of all this land this minute!" he said suddenly, and closed up tight again.
Grim smiled. He nearly always does smile when apparently at a loose end.
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Talbot Mundy The King in Check — Chapter 2 (1922)

Grim followed them out.
"Rammy, old cock," said Jeremy, sprawling on the bed again and laughing, "don't look all that serious. Bring back your brigadier and I'll kiss him on both cheeks while you hold him! But say; suppose that doctor's one of these swabs who serve out number nine pills for shell-shock, broken leg, dyspepsia, housemaid's knee and the creeping itch? Suppose he swears I'm luny? What then?"
"Grim will find somebody to swear to anything once," I answered.
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Talbot Mundy The King in Check — Chapter 2 (1922)

All of which was very good for our crowd and convenient at the moment, but hardly so good for Jeremy's equilibrium. He is one of those handsome, perpetually youthful fellows, whose heads have been a wee mite turned by the sunshine of the world's warm smile. I don't mean by that that he isn't a top-hole man, or a thorough-going friend with guts and gumption, who would chance his neck for anyone he likes without a second's hesitation, for he's every bit of that.
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