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Nobodycan beat us on our own ground. He was an old comrade inarms of Jan Christian Smuts. The bullet was lying just under the skin, it did not appear to havepenetrated the chest cavity. on thebroad back of the grey mule for which Lothar had finally paid twentypounds with the head halter thrown in to sweeten the bargain.
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