Gerald reached out a hand to stop her. "Give it me," returned the carpenter; "all's safe. ‘How the deuce did she get out without me seeing her?’ ‘Took advantage of the distraction, cunning little devil,’ Gerald snapped, racing down the corridor. 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. But, whether she likes it or not, I aim to be on hand to get her out of it. His hunger satisfied, his spirits began to revive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned.
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