We had no idea. 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. Wood. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion. He flung Ruth aside, careless whether she fell or not.
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