The cataract of Saint-Jean-les-Eaux plunged between pinnacles of rock at the eastern end of a spur of the Alps, and the geing station g to the side of the mountain above it. It was a wild region, a bleak and battered wilderness, and no one would have built anything there at all had it not been for the promise of driving great anbarierators with the power of the thousands of tons of water that roared through the ge.
It was the night following Mrs. Coulters arrest, and the weather was stormy. he sheer stone front of the geing station, a zeppelin slowed to a hover in the buffeting wind. The searchlights below the craft made it look as if it were standing on several legs of light and gradually l itself to lie down.
But the pilot wasnt satisfied; the wind was swept into eddies and cross-gusts by the edges of the mountain. Besides, the cables, the pylons, the transformers were too close: to be swept in among them, with a zeppelin full of inflammable gas, woul……（内容加载失败！）
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