At any rate, here I am, and here I shall be,
twenty thousand feet above all your poison-reeking cities, up where God’s wind
comes fresh from heaven, very near indeed to the untrodden snows. ’
‘Undoubtedly,’ Gerald agreed. ‘Assuredly it is locked up. "
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License. The features
were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow
below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun?
Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of
energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald
made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it.
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