Antic Hay

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My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns Shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay – Marlowe

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The Screaming Mimi / Les Femmes Sont Friponnes (Some Women Won’t Wait)

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Sweeny saw her once. He know it could get him killed — but he had to have her.

Some other versions of Some Women Won’t Wait can be found here.

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Dead Pigeon

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Trouble Followed Me — a Brunette, a Gun — and Murder!

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Trouble in Burma

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Colonel Hugh North is sent to destroy a lost missile

The same Colonel Hugh North from Two Tickets For Tangier

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A Rough Shoot

Bantam Books 1019, 1953

Had he killed an innocent man… Or uncovered a giant spy ring?

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