I.
WITHOUT, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam vila, villa the blinds were drawn and the api burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked komentar from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly oleh the fire.
"Hark at the wind," berkata Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably desirous of preventing his son from seeing it.
"I'm listening," berkata the latter, grimly surveying the board...
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