”
She looked at him wistfully, but with some unwilling doubt in her wrinkled
forehead. It towered up high
above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and
below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. His
glance swept up again and found her staring at him with much of her usual
defiance, if a touch less of her customary assurance. He smothered a laugh. She
shuddered, adding confidentially, ‘You wouldn’t get me in there now, mind. You would rather live like the scum
of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in
bourgeois paradise. "Write as follows," continued Jack. And now she comprehended that the man (she had never known him
by any name) knew she had surprised the look and had not resented it. “Anything is better than this—this
stifled life down here.
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