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"They found the Doctor shaving"
"Wilkins levelled a pistol at the Doctor's head"
"How do you mean?" asked John Dolittle.
"Pardon me,马家堡📪 but is there much more of you outside still?" asked the Doctor.
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"Humph!" said the Doctor,医院🍂 who had now got the loose tooth out and was showing the baby hippo how to rinse his mouth in the river. "I'm sorry. I suppose I should have sent you a message. But I've been so awfully busy. Let's go up under the shade of those palms and sit down. It was about the post office that I wanted to talk to you."
"He isn't old enough to tell a good story,医院✅" said Dab-Dab. "He hasn't had any experience."
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