They were headed by an athleticlooking, swarthy-featured man, who was armed with a cutlass, which he waved over his head to cheer on his companions. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. ‘You ought to be glad someone cares enough about your wretched little neck to try and save it. . I'm not noble; so my honourable ancestors will not turn over in their graves.
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