Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. ” “Ye—e—es. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals.
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