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Burning Daylight

CHAPTER II
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But his voice was unchanged.
"I lift her along for five thousand," he said.
Daylight was now the centre.

The kerosene lamps above flung high lights from the rash of sweat on his forehead.

The bronze of his cheeks was darkened by the accession of blood.

His black eyes glittered, and his nostrils were distended and eager.

They were large nostrils, tokening his descent from savage ancestors who had survived by virtue of deep lungs and generous air-passages.


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