A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. ” “You all seem to be trying to pull my leg,” Sir John remarked quietly. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided.
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