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. From now on, you’re going to listen to me for a change. " "Of course—of course," returned Wood, hastily; "anything's better than that. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. The thing rankled in her mind night and day.
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