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Seeing that he did not want to eat, Toran let him lie down, but became delirious, not visiting once in the morning. Clâyton feels himself dry because not a single drop of water on her tongue. After the fever, even though he was still weak, he still had to go to the stream to get reserved drinking water. Toran observed Clayton struggling for water with an amused attitude. He seemed relieved at Clayton’s pain. YOU DON’T STOP FLYING WHEN YOU GET OLD PILOT POSTER. After a while, Clayton had a relapse of her fever. He was so weak that he could not climb the stairs. He tried to endure the thirst for the whole day, not wanting to call to Toran. When he felt he couldn’t take it anymore, he asked to ask Toran to bring him some water. The Russian man walked over with a wry smile: Water for you, said Toran: But first I want to remind you one thing, you humiliated me in front of the girl. He kept boasting of her for himself without sharing it with me. You shut up! Clayton got mad. Speaking of a girl like that, you are not ashamed? Didn’t you know that she was dead? God, I should have let you die! You don’t deserve to live even in this damn land! Here is your country, Toran smirked. That was his last sip of water. Silk, holding a western iron shell containing water, took a drink, and was not left a drop.
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He coughed an hour and then turned and walked away. Clayton turned his head against the partition, face in palm, waiting to die. The next day, Toran decided to leave. He walked along the riverbank, headed north, he thought that sooner or later he would meet him. And if there are any risky, bad things, according to him there is probably no risky place, worse than this land. Besides, the groan of the dying Englishman couldn’t bear it. He held Clayton’s spear. At first he intended to kill Clayton before leaving. But thinking for a while, he let go of his hand again. Living in life, must know how to make happiness! In the afternoon, he met a wooden house near the beach. Seeing the house clear evidence of human life, he felt relieved. He thought that he had set foot on the fringes of a certain village. Blessed are the Toran! If he knew who that house belonged to, who was the true owner of the house? If he knew that the owner of that house had opened the door for a few minutes with so many memories in his heart, he would have been thrilled. Of course, Tran was completely ignorant of the unhappy house of the Graytext clan. So he lived comfortably in the house for several days in order to stay healthy and find food.
Then he resumed his journey again, heading north. In Lord Tenington’s eighteen-man camp, the people were both consolidating their accommodation and preparing for the trip. Everyone thought that if we go to the North, sooner or later we will meet people. How many days passed without people coming to help. Hopes for the survival of Potrova and Clâyton are dimmed. About this, everyone knows that Professor Potơ should not be told. Every day, this professor is still contemplating the scientific assumptions that he himself. He does not know anything about life now. YOU DON’T STOP FLYING WHEN YOU GET OLD PILOT POSTER. One day, he casually said that, in a few days, a ship would arrive anchored along the coast and then everyone would happily wave their hands when it got back to the harbor. Then another day, he suddenly mentioned about railway traffic and expressed his surprise why the train was so late. At last he muttered to guess that the train he was waiting on was slow because the blizzard blocked the track. I was his acquaintance, so I knew he loved his daughter so much. People may be surprised at why he seems so indifferent to his daughter’s fate. But in fact, he loved him so much that he could not imagine the death of his son, unless he had to see it with his own eyes. You can’t imagine what happened yesterday, Stroong!
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Lord Tenington continued to say: When I returned from hunting yesterday, I met him on a path where wild animals used to pass by. As usual, he left his hat behind his neck, his hands in his pockets. But he was running hastily somewhere. Eyes intently observing the path ahead. Perhaps if he hit the mines and exploded, he would stop. Where are you going, Professor Poto? I called several times before he stopped. Into the city. He replied, his voice very serious. I brought the lawsuit to the post office. For a week I did not receive any letters. As Gian wrote, I must have a few cards at the post office. And yet, of course, they couldn’t pass me a card. I will report this to the Washington Post Center.
