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Miss Mona looks puzzled. "Pity me, O Sun!" he prayed; and turning away, he set off to look for the trail to the Sun's lodge. "Well, I noticed that, too. There did seem to be a great scarcity of that raw material," answers Darling, lightly. "Yet they are a fine race in spite of it. I'm going over again to see my friend Terry before very long. He is the most amusing fellow, downright brilliant. So is his hair, by the by,—the very richest crimson.".
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