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White Fang - London, Jack ยท 68 words

White Fang - London, Jack

But the slope grew more gradual, and its base was grass covered. Here the cub lost momentum. When at last he came to a stop, he gave one last agonised yell and then a long, whimpering wail. Also, and quite as a matter of course, as though in his life he had already made a thousand toilets, he proceeded to lick away the dry clay that soiled him.

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