The chain, which had been partially cut through, snapped near the staple. But the survey was satisfactory, and she found herself presently in Room No. "Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time. "Oh! nothing at all," answered Jack, sneeringly, "though this room's as much mine as yours, for that matter. 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 don’t know what you ask nor what you say.
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