Glenister Gazed Out Over The Harbor, Agleam With The Lights Of
Anchored Ships, Then Up At The Crenelated Mountains, Black Against
The Sky. He Drank The Cool Air Burdened With Its Taints Of The
Sea, While The Blood Of His Boyhood Leaped Within Him.
"Oh, It's Fine--Fine," He Murmured, "And This Is My Country--My
Country, After All, Dex. It's In My Veins, This Hunger For The
North. I Grow. I Expand."
"Careful You Don't Bust," Warned Dextry. "I've Seen Men Get Plumb
Drunk On Mountain Air. Don't Expand Too Strong In One Spot." He
Went Back Abruptly To His Pipe, Its Villanous Fumes Promptly
Averting Any Danger Of The Air's Too Tonic Quality.
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