http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks06/0604171.txt
"Choice?" Farragut Hutchison had looked up, a gleam of hope in his eyes.
"Yes. Choice which one of you will die." The Bakoto had smiled, with the same suave courtliness which had, somehow, increased the utter horror of the scene. "Die--oh--a slow death, befitting the insult to the juju, befitting the juju's great holiness!"
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Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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