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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. And at last Ann Veronica and Miss Miniver came down the dark staircase and out into the foggy spaces of the London squares, and crossed Russell Square, Woburn Square, Gordon Square, making an oblique route to Ann Veronica’s lodging. Slowly she released the hammer on the pistol, uncocking it, and Gerald became conscious that he had been holding his breath. "Rowland," said Lady Trafford, regarding him with a look of indescribable anxiety, "you have assured me that I shall behold my son. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. Primarily it was her own problem, and in particular the answer she had to give to Mr. Or appeared to do so. ‘Gérard!’ ‘Yes, it’s I,’ he said, and grinned. It's as strong, if not stronger, than this.
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