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AFTER the first joy of the meeting was over, Paganel and his party, except perhaps the Major, were only conscious of one feeling — they were dying of thirst. Most fortunately for them, the Guamini ran not far off, and about seven in the morning the little troop reached the inclosure on its banks. The precincts were strewed with the dead wol
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