It wasn’t the fact that the brawl had carried itself out of the tavern and into the street (and, to be fair, down the street, then the next one, and into a stinking alley near the docks of Marseilles), Liam O’Keefe, like many of his Inish countrymen, had a certain love of a proper bit of milling of an evening.
It wasn’t the fact that he was
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