" ***** "To me, you dirty blackguard!" cried Spurlock, flinging aside his helmet. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. " "Of course," rejoined Kneebone, a little maliciously, "but that's easily accounted for. I see now that you make a game with me indeed. His shoulders relaxed and his gaze wavered.
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