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Then a second fierce trial! A breathing spell! And another wild paroxysm of effort, the decorated bow almost demented now!

Flat failure!

Smoke–and no fire!

She looked up–and caught a smile 长沙桑拿最好最高端upon the face of Atlas!

Atlas who had rowed down the river when his day’s work in the shipyard was over, to meet his hostesses, the Camp Fire Group, midway of the dunes for this picnic-supper–and to excitedly discuss the fact that the new ship’s

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hull which they had so lately seen launched, had been fired upon by a submarine on her towed trip round to Gloucester–would have been sunk had not a Destroyer appeared!

Atlas whose halo the dune-breezes bared–the prismatic bump upon his temple, fast diminishing! Atlas who had laid himself out to make friends with the little fire-witch, deciding that she would make a perfect “pal,” the sort of girl he had always desired for a chum, with plenty of pep in her–if only she wasn’t such a little fire-balloon!

Atlas who had been met with flame turned to ice–or next door to it–with as 长沙桑拿微信号 much frigidity as politeness would allow, tempered by a perfunctory little speech of thanks, rehearsed a dozen times beforehand and eked out by the Guardian, for his heroic presence of mind in that swift leap which prevented the extinguishing in herself

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of the vital spark by a heavy ship’s rib!

And now it was Atlas’ turn! His smile at her failure was fleeting, involuntary–gone in a moment. But for that one moment it was a smile; a perfectly uncivilized–highly barbaric–grin.

Down went Sesooā’s hand-painted bow beside her tinder-bag!

Neck aflame, so that it could scarcely be distinguished from the red tie of her Minute-Girl Costume, cheeks burning, if the wood-dust wouldn’t, eyes, eyelashes, red-gold hair, all, emitting sparks, a fire-ball herself, she uncurled–sprang to her feet!

Her hand went to her throat. Breathlessly,长沙桑拿交流论坛 desperately, she was fighting to get the better of the stray powder-puff of anger–as Iver had done–before it exploded openly.

One glance she flung at Atlas–and he was consumed!

“Let me–let me go!… Oh! we haven’t–haven’t–got wood enough for a fi-ire. You’d better light it with matches. I’ll go–let me–and get some more–driftwood, wreck-wood–to make a rainbow fire! Back–back near–the–bungalow….”

In explosive incoherency her eyes met the Guardian’s. And Gheezies never failed to read a girl’s soul.

“All right!” she said. “If one of the other girls goes with you! It would be nice to have such a wonderful fire, giving off every hue in the rainbow, out here in the middle of the dunes–as we had the night we entertained aviators–and sit around it after our cooking is through. But it’s coming on dark! Don’t be long! 长沙桑拿水磨Take–Betty!”

Betty had to take herself–little evergreen Holly! The Flame had already flown–a tearing, scintillating flame, as it raced over sand-mound and graying sand-hill.

“I’ve just got to be alone! If not–I’d explode! Oh,长沙夜网论坛 he’s simply–simply hateful, that Atlas boy–if he did save my life!… Oh-h! I knew how important he felt–as if the shipyard sun shone on him alone when he was crouching with his back under that horrid ship’s rib. Ridiculous, when he wasn’t really supporting it at all!… And–and to think I should have failed–failed, before him, to get the fire, when I have broken the record before, for a girl, and got the spark in thirty seconds; that–that I should have–again–made a fool of myself!”

“Oh! Sally–Sara–have mercy! Don’t run–quite–so hard: I can’t keep up with you!” It was Betty’s panting cry, tugging 长沙桑拿会所价格行情 at the steps of the racing Flame.