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" "From whom?" vociferated Trenchard. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. He had nothing to guide him; for though the torches were blazing ruddily below, their gleam fell only on the side of the building. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss.
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