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White Fang - London, Jack ยท 46 words
Both men stopped. White Fang was howling as dogs howl when their masters lie dead. He was voicing an utter woe, his cry bursting upward in great heart breaking rushes, dying down into quavering misery, and bursting upward again with a rush upon rush of grief.
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