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Edgar Rice Burroughs

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The last member of the party to disembark was a girl of about nineteen, and it was the young man who stood at the boat's prow to lift her high and dry upon land. She gave him a brave and pretty smile of thanks, but no words passed between them.
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Ch. 13 : His Own Kind

 
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