‘Besides, I don’t want the men blundering in here and frightening off our spy. Always as black and bitter as gall. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. ’ Melusine hardly dared believe she had heard him aright. Her back arched slightly in response.
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