He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. 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. Well, it's scarcely credible. This gloom was impossible. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp.
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