A crisis of some kind was toward. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. No matter. She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether he had anything further to say.
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