But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success. If we were to wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday. "No—Sheppard?" rejoined Wild. " "I wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly. 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. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness.
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