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White Fang - London, Jack ยท 47 words
What gets me, Henry, is what a chap like this, thats a lord or something in his own country, and thats never had to bother about grub nor blankets; why he comes a buttin round the Godforsaken ends of the earth thats what I cant exactly see.
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