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White Fang - London, Jack ยท 76 words
When the canoe touched the shore, White Fang lay whimpering and motionless, waiting the will of Grey Beaver. It was Grey Beavers will that he should go ashore, for ashore he was flung, striking heavily on his side and hurting his bruises afresh. He crawled tremblingly to his feet and stood whimpering. Lip lip, who had watched the whole proceeding from the bank, now rushed upon him, knocking him over and sinking his teeth into him.
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