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72 The Princess and the Goblin
that—and this time he could make out the words.
" Hadn't we better be moving?" it said.
A rougher and deeper voice replied— |
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" There's no hurry. That wretched little mole won't be through to-night, if he work ever so hard. He's not by any means at the thinnest place.1"
" But you still think the lode does come through into our house?" said the first voice. |
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