. He had a flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a flattened nose, and a brown, leathernlooking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequently undergone the process of tanning. Only in the sunshine; they would not answer my whistle on cloudy days. The address was of course her destination, thousands of miles away, an infinitesimal spot in a terrifying space.
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