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The Corfu TrilogySpiro, with a grunt of wrath, surged forward and slammed the lid down on the unfortunate man’s fingers. вЂWhats fors you open it, you sonofabitch?’ he asked, glaring. The customs official, waving his pinched hand about, protested wildly that it was his duty to examine the contents. вЂDutys?’ said Spiro with fine scorn. вЂWhats you means, dutys? Is it your dutys to attacks innocent foreigners, eh? Treats thems like smugglers, eh? Thats whats yous calls dutys?’ Spiro paused for a moment, breathing deeply; then he picked up a large suitcase in each great hand and walked towards the door. He paused and turned to fire his parting shot. вЂI knows you, Christaki, sos donts you go talkings about dutys to me. I remembers when you was fined twelve thousand drachmas for dynamitings fish. I won’t have any criminal talkings to me abouts dutys.’ We rode back from the customs in triumph, all our luggage intact and unexamined. вЂThems bastards thinks they owns the islands,’ was Spiro’s comment. He seemed quite unaware of the fact that he was acting as though he did ...» |
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