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<font size="2" color="#FFFFCD"> Of the other sort, there will doubtless come a chorus of vapid whimperings, from those who know that race awakening means renunciation of shams and the overthrow of knavish guidance.</font>
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The tenderfoot sticks his bowie-knife into his belt in such a manner that it runs into his thigh when he bends; and when he builds a fire on the prairie he makes it so big that it flames as high as a tree, yet feels surprised that the Indians notice it.
Prudy's dimpled hands had grown so thin, that you could trace the winding path of every blue vein quite distinctly.
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