"Is it gold?" "Pure gold," replied Kneebone. 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 need have no apprehensions about him, Sir Rowland. ” “You did,” Anna exclaimed. “With your permission I should like to search the remainder of your rooms. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite relief. " "Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. “You will come back, won’t you?” He nodded cheerfully. CHAPTER VIII.
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