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He did not move. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. Still, in spite of her glances and gestures, Mr. “Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up. ‘Do not say such things, you—you imbecile.
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