. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. 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. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. 1.
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