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The quarry had passed out into the open sea. This did not affect Spurlock. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. One day she awoke and he was cavorting about underneath the covers. She went to a dramatic agent, and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing in Paris. Wood carved the ducks; Mr. . " "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. 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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