The Well Hole 336 XIII. By the time she arrived at the Beck’s doorstep, the morning was risen. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. " He shook his head. "Get in wid ye, ye villin!" And, despite his resistance, Shotbolt was thrust into the chair, which was instantly fastened upon him.
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