sir. Let ’s look for a likely place. ’ ’ had never seen anywhere before. The After a few minutes more of cruis- nearest thing I could think of was a forest in the middle of winter — en¬ tirely blanketed with a heavy fall of snow. The leaves, if such they can be ^ life" *| called, were like puffs of…
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