"To-morrow? To-morrow, my dear Claude Why, there may not be a to-morrow for you-or for me, when it comes to that-eh?" "Yes. You're quite right, old son," was my cheerful reply. "I'm quite aware that these experiments are confoundedly dangerous-and, besides, there are nasty wind-pockets about just now. I got into a deadly one yesterday afternoon, just across the line at Mill Hill."
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