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       Sinclair Lewis

      Free Air

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664639684

       FREE AIR

       CHAPTER I MISS BOLTWOOD OF BROOKLYN IS LOST IN THE MUD

       CHAPTER II CLAIRE ESCAPES FROM RESPECTABILITY

       CHAPTER III A YOUNG MAN IN A RAINCOAT

       CHAPTER IV A ROOM WITHOUT

       CHAPTER V RELEASE BRAKES—SHIFT TO THIRD

       CHAPTER VI THE LAND OF BILLOWING CLOUDS

       CHAPTER VII THE GREAT AMERICAN FRYING PAN

       CHAPTER VIII THE DISCOVERY OF CANNED SHRIMPS AND HESPERIDES

       CHAPTER IX THE MAN WITH AGATE EYES

       CHAPTER X THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE HILLSIDE ROAD

       CHAPTER XI SAGEBRUSH TOURISTS OF THE GREAT HIGHWAY

       CHAPTER XII THE WONDERS OF NATURE WITH ALL MODERN IMPROVEMENTS

       CHAPTER XIII ADVENTURERS BY FIRELIGHT

       CHAPTER XIV THE BEAST OF THE CORRAL

       CHAPTER XV THE BLACK DAY OF THE VOYAGE

       CHAPTER XVI THE SPECTACLES OF AUTHORITY

       CHAPTER XVII THE VAGABOND IN GREEN

       CHAPTER XVIII THE FALLACY OF ROMANCE

       CHAPTER XIX THE NIGHT OF ENDLESS PINES

       CHAPTER XX THE FREE WOMAN

       CHAPTER XXI THE MINE OF LOST SOULS

       CHAPTER XXII ACROSS THE ROOF OF THE WORLD

       CHAPTER XXIII THE GRAEL IN A BACK YARD IN YAKIMA

       CHAPTER XXIV HER OWN PEOPLE

       CHAPTER XXV THE ABYSSINIAN PRINCE

       CHAPTER XXVI A CLASS IN ENGINEERING AND OMELETS

       CHAPTER XXVII THE VICIOUSNESS OF NICE THINGS

       CHAPTER XXVIII THE MORNING COAT OF MR. HUDSON B. RIGGS

       CHAPTER XXIX THE ENEMY LOVE

       CHAPTER XXX THE VIRTUOUS PLOTTERS

       CHAPTER XXXI THE KITCHEN INTIMATE

       CHAPTER XXXII THE CORNFIELD ARISTOCRAT

       CHAPTER XXXIII TOOTH-MUG TEA

       CHAPTER XXXIV THE BEGINNING OF A STORY

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       MISS BOLTWOOD OF BROOKLYN IS LOST IN THE MUD

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      When the windshield was closed it became so filmed with rain that Claire fancied she was piloting a drowned car in dim spaces under the sea. When it was open, drops jabbed into her eyes and chilled her cheeks. She was excited and thoroughly miserable. She realized that these Minnesota country roads had no respect for her polite experience on Long Island parkways. She felt like a woman, not like a driver.

      But the Gomez-Dep roadster had seventy horsepower, and sang songs. Since she had left Minneapolis nothing had passed her. Back yonder a truck had tried to crowd her, and she had dropped into a ditch, climbed a bank, returned to the road, and after that the truck was not. Now she was regarding a view more splendid than mountains above a garden by the sea—a stretch of good road. To her passenger, her father, Claire chanted:

      "Heavenly! There's some gravel. We can make time. We'll hustle on to the next town and get dry."

      "Yes. But don't mind me. You're doing very well," her father sighed.

      Instantly, the dismay of it rushing at her, she saw the end of the patch of gravel. The road ahead was a wet black smear, criss-crossed with ruts. The car shot into a morass of prairie gumbo—which is mud mixed with tar, fly-paper, fish glue, and well-chewed, chocolate-covered caramels. When cattle get into gumbo, the farmers send for the stump-dynamite and try blasting.

      It was her first really bad stretch of road. She was frightened. Then she was too appallingly busy to be frightened, or to be Miss Claire Boltwood, or to comfort her uneasy father. She had to drive. Her frail graceful arms put into it a vicious vigor that was

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