“I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet.,
“Yes, I can see that the wind, the shaking tower, the creaking mill, would bring such dreams,” his mother said. “Hear the wind howl now!”,
“Oh, no; she must be Jean.”.
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