| The Girl’s Red Lips Curled in Pouted Scorn | Frontispiece | | Then the Gun Boomed with Muffled Report—and Guerd Larey, Uttering a Cry of Agony, Fell Away from Adam | 58 | | But at Length the Burden of a Heavy Weight, and the Dragging Sand, and the Hot Sun Brought Adam to a Pass Where Rest Was Imperative | 172 |
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