Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Her tone was icy. I often wonder why the young always take us ancients for nambypamby creatures. 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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