“I find it very hard to write this letter. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. I am determined to fight my own little battle with the world —there must be a place for me somewhere, and I mean to find it. Still, one has to be reasonable. No one. “You, anyhow, don’t deserve it,” he said.
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