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ow were there five thousand more, did
Mademoiselle bid me!' said the exhausted nobleman gallantly, in
English.
'Hush!' said Ethelberta, with displeasure.
'He doesn't understand a word,' said Lord Mountclere.
They paced the remainder of their spiral pathway in silence, and
having at last reached the summit, Lord Mountclere sank down on one
of the steps, panting out, 'Dear me, dear me!'
Ethelberta leaned and looked around, and said, 'How extraordinary
this is. It is sky above, below, everywhere.'
He dragged himself together and stepped to her side. They formed as
it were a little world to themselves, being completely ensphered by
the fog, which here was dense as a sea of milk. Below was neither
town, country, nor cathedral--simply whiteness, into which the iron
legs of their gigantic perch faded to nothing.
'We have lost our labour; there is no prospect for you, after all,
Lord Mountclere,' said Ethelberta, turning her eyes upon him. He
looked at her face as if there were, and she continued, 'Listen; I
hear sounds from the town: people's voices, and carts, and dogs,
and the noise of a railway-train. Shall we now descend, and own
ourselves disappointed?'
'Whenever you choose.'
Before they had put their intention in pracyilai：
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