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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. “It was not necessary,” Sir John answered stiffly. " "Did I hear you aright?" asked Trenchard, with startling eagerness. She felt like a dried-up old woman. " Ruth stood with drawn brows; she was trying to recall. “But then they would find that check endorsed in his bureau.
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