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White Fang - London, Jack

You aint got me yet. he cried, savagely shaking his fist at the hungry beasts; and at the sound of his voice the whole circle was agitated, there was a general snarl, and the she wolf slid up close to him across the snow and watched him with hungry wistfulness.

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