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I’m a female thing at bottom. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. What had she to do with such as these? She had hard work to keep a smiling face, as Mrs. Spurlock stepped into the room. Directly dinner was over Mr. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering.
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