" "Pray, let me have a pinch!" said Edgeworth Bess, with a captivating glance. “It’s his birthday. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. 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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