'... I love the wind -' Out she went, banging the door, and stood looking off for a second, in the face of that wild force, at the vast sea of lights which was Berkeley and Richmond, then darkness, which was the bay, then lights again, San Francisco far off on the other side, sparkling and shaking as if alive, and turned and ran up the hill, watching the dark shapes of the eucalyptus all swept and flung about against the night sky, heard the stupendous roaring, and leapt up the steps two at a time, unaccountably joyous and hopeful. |
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