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The Cobs' Creatures 129
that they declared—for it was their turn now— that the band of his helmet was cracking under his chin with the rising of his hair inside it. Running with him into that part of the garden |
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which I have already described, they saw a score of creatures, to not one of which they could give a name, and not one of which was like another, hideous and ludicrous at once, gambolling on the lawn in the moonlight. The supernatural
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