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Allan Stern, consulting engineer, and Beatrice Kendrick, stenographer, now king and queen of the whole orld doether by a little blaze of punky wood fragments that flickered on the eroded floor

They ate with their fingers and drank out of the bottles, sans apology Strange were their speculations, their wonderings, their plans--now discussed specifically, now half-voiced by a nant eht deepened toward the birth of another day The fire burned low and died, for they had little to replenish it with

Down sank theas she went, her faint illu across the disordered, wrack-strewn floor

And at length Stern, in the outer office, Beatrice in the other, they wrapped themselves within their furs and laid the trance froe lassitude weighed on the after Beatrice had lost herself in dreaer thoughts, there in the iloom