“For luck. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. You MUST not, you SHALL not go. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask.
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