The streets were full of colour. I ought to be able to think things out. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. 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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