Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber. “I knew that you waited at the farmhouse. Carefully sustaining the child which, even in that terrible extremity, he had not the heart to abandon, he fell upon his knees, and, guiding himself with his right hand, crept slowly on. Oh, you must believe me. I want you to be clear what you’re really and truly up to, anyhow. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke.
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