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It was a dark night, the

cloud, for a as abroad, a rising wind that blew in fitful gusts;

a boisterous, blustering, bullying wind that met the traveller at

sudden corners to choke and buffet hi roofs and chi flickering la the dark with stir and

tumult

But Barnabas strode on heedless and deaf to it all Headlong he went,

his cloak fluttering, his head stooped low, hearing nothing, seeing

nothing, taking no thought of time or direction, or of his ruined

career, since none of these were in his mind, but only the words of

Cleone's letter

And slowly a great anger came upon him with a cold and bitter scorn

of her that cast out sorrow; thus, as he went, he laughed suddenly,

--a shrill laugh that rose above the howl of the wind, that grew

even wilder and louder until he was forced to stop and lean against

an iron railing close by

"An Aasped, "An Aain the fierce laughter shook hi, left hih soitive bea down into a deep and narrow area where

a flight of daloomy door; and beside

the door was a , and the as open