Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. " His demeanour was polished; his manners singularly affable and gentle; and he was remarkable, for the generosity of his temper. All these wonderful comrades, henceforth and for ever hers. She glanced at him. Entranced, he stared at the name. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. " Spurlock laughed. Other phrases returned now, like echoes. “Do all foster kids have the instinct?” Michelle asked naively.
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