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Chapter 659
What could d**k Sand imagine if, in fact, neither Mrs. Weldon nor her enemies were there? He had been so sure, perhaps foolishly, of finding them at Kazounde, that not to see them there at once gave him a terrible shock. He felt a sensation of despair that he could not subdue. His life, if it were no longer useful to those whom he loved, was good for nothing, and he had only to die. But, in thinking in that manner, d**k Sand mistook his own character. Under the pressure of these trials, the child became a man, and with him discouragement could only be an accidental tribute paid to human nature. A loud concert of trumpet-calls and cries suddenly commenced. d**k Sand, who had just sunk down in the dust of the "tchitoka," stood up. Every new incident might put him on the track of those whom
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