” She rose up. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. 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. He returned to the car, Cokes in hand. No work that offered was at all of the quality she had vaguely postulated for herself.
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