I thought it was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. She was quite the rage, in a small way, you know. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. And I wish you all the happiness in the world. 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.
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