CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. “We don’t pretend. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over. “They all catch on,” she said. . " He took her face between his hands and kissed her on the lips. " "It's strange you should like Jack so much dear Thames. Bring your liveralong?" "I sometimes wonder if I have any—if it isn't the hole where it was that aches. . Afraid, no doubt, he thought grimly, that her other visitor would leave. You represented to us the immaculate Briton, the one Englishman who typified the Saxonism, if I may coin a word, of our race. Ann Veronica looked bright and a little elated, and she disregarded her father’s invitation to be seated.
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