A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. It made her hungry. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step. “Have you killed recently?” He was curious, scared. I saw someone in there whom I have always hoped that I should never meet again. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat.
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