“Well,” returned Kwasa good-humoredly, “we will not quarrel about a game. I will throw again.” Catching up the three small sticks of cane, painted red on the hollowed inner side and white on the upper part, Kwasa tossed them deftly into the air. They came down all together, landing on the stone pavement with the white sides up.…
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