Wood, bursting into tears, "God bless you!" Jack extended his hand towards him, and looked anxiously for Thames; but he was nowhere to be seen. It towered up high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. “My hand! This isn’t the place. It’s not you—not a bit.
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