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It had stained many hands, too, and many faces, and many naked feet, and many wooden shoes.
"It were better that you held the key, Tars Tarkas," I replied.
But Sara seemed to be telling a real story about a lovely country where real people were.
Not you!" and throwing off other sarcastic sparks from the whirling grindstone of his indignation, Mr. Cruncher betook himself to his boot-cleaning and his general preparation for business.
