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He was and always would be dramatizing his
emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary
self. The vast heap of rubbish on the floor had been so materially increased
by the bricks and plaster thrown down in his attack upon the wall of the Red
Room, that it was with some difficulty he could find the blanket which was
almost buried beneath the pile. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of
smoke. Michelle’s eyes widened. It was
a simple wish. 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. "As yet," pursued the stranger, "Sir Montacute had placed no limit to his son's
expenditure.
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