" "Ay—ay," laughed Jonathan. Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber. The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open. " "To-morrow will be too late," replied the widow, in a hollow voice, "I feel it will.
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