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an ugly old wife who kept cave for him. No Man found No Foot sitting in the midst of his chipped flints, chipping busily. A goodly row of sharp polished knives and spear heads spoke also of his industry. He did not look up as No Man approached tho' undoubtedly he both heard and smelt him.
No Man squatted directly in front of No Foot, and blinked at him. No Foot blinked at the flint that he was chipping.
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