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I think we will soon, though. “Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. 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. Her concluding paragraph was, on the whole, perhaps, hardly starchy enough.
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