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" Upon which, he plunged his oars deeply into the stream, and the bark shot from the strand. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. She had imagined she had drowned them altogether. " "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black. ” “The faults are the best part of it,” said Ann Veronica; “why, even our little vicious strains run the same way. But never mind that.
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