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"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." He is now speaking with some difficulty, and is looking, not at her, but at the pattern he is drawing on the soft loam at his feet. KŬT-O-YĬS´, THE BLOOD BOY.
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