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"To continue my story," said the young man, "the fortune-teller at last announced that there was only one chance for my recovery and that a very small one.
He felt his body small and weak amid the throng of the players and his eyes were weak and watery.
I have ten thoats, John Carter; you may take your choice from among them, and I will accompany you to the nearest waterway that leads to Helium.
Again he shouted, even louder than before, and again no whisper came back from the friends whom he had left such a short time ago.
