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"[...] At this retort, reflecting as it did upon the management, Black Tex began to breathe heavily and sway upon his feet. "I asked you," he roared, thumping his fist upon the bar and opening up his eyes, "whether you are too good to drink with the likes of us--me, f'r instance--and I want to git an answer!" He leaned far out over the bar as if listening for the first word before he hit him, but the stranger did not[...]".