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The open book lay flat between us, with the picture staring repulsively upward. THE OPEN BOOK LAY FLAT BETWEEN US WITH THE PICTURE STARING REPULSIVELY UPWARD
ared, small-paned windows, and marked a rumbling of approaching thunder quite unusual for the season. Once a terrific flash and peal shook the frail house to its foundations, but the whisperer seemed not to notice it. “Killin’ sheep was kinder more fun—but d’ye know, ’twan’t quite satisfyin’. Queer haow a cravin’ gits a holt on ye— As ye love the Almighty, young man, don’t tell nobody, but I swar ter Gawd thet picter begun ta make me hungry fer victuals I couldn’t raise nor buy—here, set still, what’s ailin’ ye?—I didn’t do nothin’, only I wondered haow ’twud be ef I did— They say meat makes blood an’ flesh, an’ gives ye new life, so I wondered ef ’twudn’t make a man live longer an’ longer ef ’twas more the same—” But the whisperer never continued. The interruption was not produced by my fright, nor by the rapidly increasing storm amidst whose fury I was presently to open my eyes on a smoky solitude of blackened ruins. It was produced by a very simple though somewhat unusual happening. N AND TO THE RATTLING OF THE BLEARED SMALL PANED WINDOWS AND MARKED A RUMBLING OF APPROACHING THUNDER QUITE UNUSUAL FOR THE SEASON ONCE A TERRIFIC FLASH AND PEAL SHOOK THE FRAIL HOUSE TO ITS FOUNDATIONS BUT THE WHISPERER SEEMED NOT TO NOTICE IT KILLING SHEEP WAS KINDER MORE FUN BUT YOU KNOW TWA'N'T QUITE SATISFYING QUEER HOW A CRAVEN GETS A HOLE DANIA AS YOU LOVE THE ALMIGHTY YOUNG MAN DON'T TELL NOBODY BUT I SWEAR TO GOD THAT PICTUR BEGUN TO MAKE ME HUNGRY FOR VICTUALS I COULDN'T RAISE NOR BUY HERE SET STILL WHAT'S AILING YE I DIDN'T DO NOTHIN ONLY I WONDERED HOW TWOULD BE IF I DID THEY SAY MEAT MAKES BLOOD AND FLESH AND GIVES YOU NEW LIFE SO I WONDERED IF TWOULDN'T MAKE A MAN LIVE LONGER AND LONGER EF TWAS MORE THE SAME BUT THE WHISPER NEVER CONTINUED THE INTERRUPTION WAS NOT PRODUCED BY MY FRIGHT NOR BY THE RAPIDLY INCREASING STORM AMIDST WHOSE FURY I WAS PRESENTLY TO OPEN MY EYES ON A SMOKY SOLITUDE OF BLACKENED RUINS IT WAS PRODUC BY A VERY SIMPLE THOUGH SOMEWHAT UNUSUAL HAPPENING
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