Her eyes were wide open with amazement. The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely mutilated. Money was not necessary; indeed, it would have embarrassed all concerned. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. Which is C?” Ann Veronica, with a curious sinking of the heart, regarded the black cavities of the vans. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. “Never mind me. The poor fellow's half smothered.
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