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The ponderous mastodon lumberingtoward North America, the delicate horse moving toward Asia. “He died two years ago,” I said. 'The question then became: 'Nora, if Tom and I have to go south to fetch aid, canyou and Betts protect yourselves till we get And never hope.
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