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‘He’d have been that happy if he’d known how you’re the spit of her, miss. “You know I’m old-fashioned, Miss Stanley. Why may I not be your friend? Somehow or other I feel that you have been driven into a false position. I’ve been waiting a long time for you. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. You will survive, mark my words. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. "As like as life.
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