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White Fang - London, Jack ยท 77 words
He licked his chops and waited. The god went on talking. In his voice was kindness something of which White Fang had no experience whatever. And within him it aroused feelings which he had likewise never experienced before. He was aware of a certain strange satisfaction, as though some need were being gratified, as though some void in his being were being filled. Then again came the prod of his instinct and the warning of past experience.
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