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God, Lucy, that’s the stuff people
wear to Phys. “Before I took up the Suffrage,” a firm, flat voice remarked, “I could scarcely
walk up-stairs without palpitations. ‘Why not a French flag?’
‘Because I don’t believe that fool Pottiswick could tell French from Arabic,
even if he heard it as he says he did—which I take leave to doubt. ‘Now, madame, tell me all about your life in France. Her mouth lolled open and
drool seeped down one corner. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily
as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Wood now re-appeared with a very red face; and, followed by Winifred,
took her seat at the table. ‘What, is Nicholas dead?’
He saw the two of them exchange glances and an instinct of danger rose up. 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. There were neither texts nor
rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel
engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks.
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