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 always comes out sooner or later. But, by Jove! you are fierce! You are like those Roman women who carry stilettos in their hair.
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