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“Your teeth are chattering! I’ll make you some hot chocolate!” Cathy cried. " "Ah. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. ’ ‘You little fiend,’ exclaimed Gerald wrathfully. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force.
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