to the Psammead, who was stroking its whiskers on the hearth-rug—a

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AllgatheredinthehollowofahelmTheyofferedtotheirchief.CakedweretheirthroatsWithdust,andpanting;andone 。

All gathered in the hollow of a helm

to the Psammead, who was stroking its whiskers on the hearth-rug—a

They offered to their chief. Caked were their throats

to the Psammead, who was stroking its whiskers on the hearth-rug—a

With dust, and panting; and one little drop

to the Psammead, who was stroking its whiskers on the hearth-rug—a

Had made him envied. "Wretch, and dost thou deem

Me wanting in a brave man's heart?" he cried,

"Me only in this throng? And have I seemed

Tender, unfit to bear the morning heat?

He who would quench his thirst 'mid such a host,

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