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‘I want a word with you, my lad. "I'm sorry for old Newgate that another jail should have it. The Dawn Pearl. I’ve got a streak of male. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. 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.
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