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more money to be paid to him. I wanted to give it, but saw that if I insisted Mr. Dane would be vexed.
He suggested putting me inside, as the air was now very cold, with the chill that falls after sunset; but I refused. "I want to sit by you!" I implored, and he said no more. With the glass cage behind us empty, and the great acetylene lamps alight, the Aigle turned and flew down the hill.
