The ship forged on ahead and the Lintons approached the Rochester airship slowly but surely. Of course they were not as heavily laden as their opponent’s craft was, but there was more to it than that.
Or so Edgar was convinced. They had the superior ship and now that they had addressed that minor design flaw, they would be able to demonstrate that fact with ease. It was simply a matter of scientific knowledge and the advancement of industry and commerce.
Certainly the fact that those advances came at the expense of putting the lovely nose of Miss Helen Rochester out of joint did not exactly disappoint him either. It’s not as if he had actually asked for her hand. Considering the madness of her father—oh, all right, not necessarily madness as he had known ran rather distantly in his mother’s family blood, as the story went—it was…
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