" "I'm not afraid, mother," said the little girl, smelling at the bouquet. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. ’ A peal of laughter came from the girl. A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away. The door leaned inward.
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