All at once they came to the top, the faded blue sky overhead, and whichever way he looked, the horizon, the great rocking circle which hemmed them in. Not fit to be dust on your boots. “You seem to have cultivated quite a jaunty appearance, and you certainly look years younger. ‘Please to sit, monsieur. If you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise.
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