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‘
I
haven
’
t
seen
such
a
storm
as
this
,
’
said
a
sharp
cracked
voice
of
most
disagreeable
quality
,
when
a
tremendous
peal
of
thunder
had
died
away
,
‘
since
the
night
when
old
Luke
Withers
won
thirteen
times
running
on
the
red
.
We
all
said
he
had
the
Devil
’
s
luck
and
his
own
,
and
as
it
was
the
kind
of
night
for
the
Devil
to
be
out
and
busy
,
I
suppose
he
was
looking
over
his
shoulder
,
if
anybody
could
have
seen
him
.
’
‘
Ah
!
’
returned
the
gruff
voice
;
‘
for
all
old
Luke
’
s
winning
through
thick
and
thin
of
late
years
,
I
remember
the
time
when
he
was
the
unluckiest
and
unfortunatest
of
men
.
He
never
took
a
dice
-
box
in
his
hand
,
or
held
a
card
,
but
he
was
plucked
,
pigeoned
,
and
cleaned
out
completely
.
’
‘
Do
you
hear
what
he
says
?
’
whispered
the
old
man
.
‘
Do
you
hear
that
,
Nell
?
’
The
child
saw
with
astonishment
and
alarm
that
his
whole
appearance
had
undergone
a
complete
change
.
His
face
was
flushed
and
eager
,
his
eyes
were
strained
,
his
teeth
set
,
his
breath
came
short
and
thick
,
and
the
hand
he
laid
upon
her
arm
trembled
so
violently
that
she
shook
beneath
its
grasp
.
‘
Bear
witness
,
’
he
muttered
,
looking
upward
,
‘
that
I
always
said
it
;
that
I
knew
it
,
dreamed
of
it
,
felt
it
was
the
truth
,
and
that
it
must
be
so
!
What
money
have
we
,
Nell
?
Come
!
I
saw
you
with
money
yesterday
.
What
money
have
we
?
Give
it
to
me
.
’
‘
No
,
no
,
let
me
keep
it
,
grandfather
,
’
said
the
frightened
child
.
‘
Let
us
go
away
from
here
.
Do
not
mind
the
rain
.
Pray
let
us
go
.
’
‘
Give
it
to
me
,
I
say
,
’
returned
the
old
man
fiercely
.
‘
Hush
,
hush
,
don
’
t
cry
,
Nell
.
If
I
spoke
sharply
,
dear
,
I
didn
’
t
mean
it
.
It
’
s
for
thy
good
.
I
have
wronged
thee
,
Nell
,
but
I
will
right
thee
yet
,
I
will
indeed
.
Where
is
the
money
?
’
‘
Do
not
take
it
,
’
said
the
child
.
‘
Pray
do
not
take
it
,
dear
.
For
both
our
sakes
let
me
keep
it
,
or
let
me
throw
it
away
—
better
let
me
throw
it
away
,
than
you
take
it
now
.
Let
us
go
;
do
let
us
go
.
’
‘
Give
me
the
money
,
’
returned
the
old
man
,
‘
I
must
have
it
.
There
—
there
—
that
’
s
my
dear
Nell
.
I
’
ll
right
thee
one
day
,
child
,
I
’
ll
right
thee
,
never
fear
!
’
