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’ His face changed, all the humour and tenderness leaving it in an instant. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. ‘Then it is that you will have pity? Here we have come, we poor, for aid. " "Egad, Jack," said Gay, "you should write your adventures. The boat rocked violently with the struggle. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha.
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