| Anuta86lom | Дата: Пятница, 07.02.2014, 13:20 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| | So I told her the tale of the birth of Umslopogaas, for I trusted her.
"I daresay--me, or somebody else. But history repeated itself, uncle,
Presently curtains upon its further side opened and through them
the bottom of the gulf, and a mile or more away to the left a
hut. Kneeling on their knees, the maidens presented her with food--meat
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