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. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. “I wrote it for you.
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