He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. He displayed none of the airy optimism of their previous talk over the downland gate. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers. Rain changed to hail, then 154 sleet, then snow. "After him," cried Wild; "he mustn't escape. "Defend yourself!" cried Jack, drawing his sword.
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