The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Of course, at home there would have been questions. "It is her child!" shrieked Rowland, in a voice heard above the howling of the tempest, "risen from this roaring abyss to torment me.
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