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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. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. With this she now entered. “I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you. ” “I am coming with you,” he said firmly.
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