His light brown hair was almost crew cut short. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. On examination it proved to be a flat bar of iron, nearly a yard in length, and more than an inch square. " "Would you like to have me read to you?" He did not answer. "Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used to do, especially by this light.
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