“Good luck! Good luck!” She waved from the window until the bend hid him. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously. If he ran less risk of being blown over, he stood a much greater chance of being washed off, or stifled. After all, why need one look down.
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