She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. Any one less courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter him. This door was crested with spikes, and guarded on the right by a bristling semicircle of spikes. “Do you think he’s still around?” She paused thoughtfully.
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