. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found. He was human.
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