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"I might return the question. "Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time. It is Anna again who stands between me and ruin. “Of course I’m manager for this expedition,” he said, after an interval of self-examination. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. There must be real Valjeans, else how could authors write about them? Supposing some day she met one of these astonishing creators, who could make one cry and laugh and forget, who could thrill one with love and anger and tenderness? Most of us have witnessed carnivals. There was scant social life on the Sha-mien aside from masculine foregatherings, little that interested him. Abruptly she got out of bed, smoothed her sheet and straightened her pillow and lay down, and fell almost instantly asleep.
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