“You must remember,” she said, “that you yourself are responsible for your altered looks. 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. ‘You make a game with me, I think. There she sought and at last found 107A, one of those heterogeneous piles of offices which occupy the eastern side of the lane. Do you understand?” “I do not,” he answered.
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