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“Six seconds, you mean,” said Otto. This time a crash, a splintering of the wood was the result. Once more he dived into it and the next moment he was in the gray air of the early dawn. It was not of course the sort of life he had pictured. That had been rather a vague idea of khaki-clad figures, perched with their instruments on perilous peaks and over yawning chasms; and a general idea of romance had run through his dreams. To be put into an office to do sums was little better than going to school. That his drawing board faced a window below which the job spread out, was a help, for while his mind mechanically did the figuring that was necessary, he could imagine himself out on the work mingling with the crowd..
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