’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. 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. But you don’t particularly want to do the job that sets you free—for its own sake.
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