He pulled the Tolstoy from his pocket and opened it at chapter 21. Smoothing out the corner of the page he read aloud, "'You must be a hole-worshipper. You pray to a hole,' retorted Nekhlúdov’s driver, tucking his whip into his belt and adjusting the harness of one of the outside horses."
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Group of senior librarians at National Library of New Zealand, 1967
Reference number: PAColl-0522-1-14-2
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