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"I am, uncle Homer," replied the young man.

ทีเด็ด ตัว เดียว สปอร์ต พูล "Twenty-eight years." The head and hair of the old colored man were peculiar enough to enable the Russian to identify him if he had ever seen him even once before. His mouth was twisted to one side either naturally or by some injury, and his kinky hair made him look as though he carried a great bale of cotton on the top of his head. He opened his eyes when Mike shook him gently, and looked at the two men at the side of his bed with a wondering rather than an alarmed expression. "Exactly north-east, sir," replied Mr. Pennant.