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  • Just as I returned to life, so did Richard Parker. By dint
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  • to peer through the fog ahead, he turned and descended
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  • Thepond - remember, forty feet across - was filling up
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  • He ducked rapidly, almost touching the muddy water with
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  • His butchered, dismembered body lay on the floor of theboat.
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  • tiger who wasmy companion in misfortune? But it was. It
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  • I looked down. I was both satisfied and disappointed withwhat
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