CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. Wild has done his business. ” “Okay. EPOCH THE THIRD. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. But, suppose I've no place to lock 'em up in, how then?" Quilt looked a little perplexed.
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