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Title: Kipling's India
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Munson, Arley Isabel, 1871-
Subjects: Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936 India -- Description and travel
Publisher: Garden City, N.Y. : Doubleday, Page & company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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