Your mother, for instance, couldn’t. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. \"Do you want a snack?\" \"No thanks. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. “She means to go. “Splendid you are looking to-day, Miss Stanley,” he said. 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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