’ ‘Why should you care?’ demanded Roding, exasperated. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested. Never mind. 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. She says she will have to, though she does not wish to.
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