I'll forgive him if he does. 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. And in the vestry was the sword of monsieur le major. Lucy had just began to invoke a solace where John was concerned, doing her best to shelve him as not so special after all. ’ ‘Mercy me,’ gasped the nun.
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