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Then the man left the post office and the Doctor watched him go.
Great was the rejoicing among the Doctor's pets and the patient swallows when the news got about that John Dolittle was really going home at last. Gub-Gub and Jip could hardly wait while the last duties and ceremonies of closing the houseboat to the public and transferring the Foreign Mails Service to the office in the town were performed. Dab-Dab bustled cheerfully from morning to night while Cheapside never ceased to chatter of the glories of London,诈骗案💣 the comforts of a city life and all the things he was going to do as soon as he got back to his beloved native haunts.In a moment he was clattering down the stairs.
"The Doctor span the penny"
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This is a letter he received from a pig in Patagonia:
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