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asetzone เครดิต ฟรี jili "Who dar?" called Job. "Dave," said the wounded lieutenant, the next time the steward came into the room, "no more 'massa,' no more 'moggywompus,' no more 'done do it.' You know better than to use such expressions, and you are no longer a 'nigger;' you are the ship's steward of the Bronx." "Open with the broadside guns, Mr. Flint!" called Christy, as the Bronx came abreast of the works.