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I calmly reached the nearest corner and then tore away hoicking up the suit and spurred smelling oats hungry and tired. I ran past Malava without slowing allure and went on ad on almost until the sunset... And all along it seemed to me that a white horse put to the cart was drawing upon me, the same white horse that brought the NKVD chief who saw seven inches under ground but was a fool for pains! |
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