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NUMBER FOUR, WHOLLY OUT OF CONTROL, LEAPED AND
TORE LIKE A PANTHER |
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ONE WORRY GNAWED AT HIS MIND. IT WAS GOOD WEATHER
FOR SUBMARINES |
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"T-A-K-E C-O-V-E-R! T-A-K-E C-O-V-E-R!"
THE CRY RANG WITH THE URGE OF A CLARION |
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ALL THROUGH THAT BLACK, STORMY NIGHT HE DROVE
WITHOUT MISHAP |
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ALL AT ONCE THE BIRD MAN STUMBLED AND FELL, BURSTING
INTO SCARLET FLAME |
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JIMMY ORDERED AN OMELETTE WITH SIX EGGS, AND
MADAME SALADE SAID, "OO, LA, LA!" |
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THEY HAD COME WITHIN SIGHT OF BELLEAU WOOD. ITS
TREES WERE NO LONGER GREEN |
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THE EARTH, WHICH HAD BEEN SO SOLID, ROCKED AND
HEAVED, AND FLUNG HIM FLAT ON HIS FACE |
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THEY PLUNGED ON THROUGH THE NIGHT TO THE URGING
OF JIMMY'S, "FASTER! FASTER!" |
