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] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. Disappointed puppy-love, and all that. Wood. In the heart of the jungle the dog had his private muck baths. ” “I’m delighted,” she exclaimed. He's here," returned the skipper, pointing significantly downwards. Their small talk continued. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. White said.
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