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K-kimble, sir,’ stammered the lad. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside. She wanted to live. ’ Trodger frowned, and chewed his lip. “John, I’m so hungry.
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