The cry was echoed by twenty different voices. For a pity, she has chosen to remain, and it has been her death. The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders and arms. "I have him!" cried a voice in triumph. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones.
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