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“
Thank
you
,
sir
,
”
he
said
.
“
That
’
s
the
north
wind
blowing
,
isn
’
t
it
,
sir
?
”
“
I
can
’
t
tell
,
”
I
answered
.
“
It
feels
cool
and
kind
,
and
I
think
it
may
be
.
But
I
couldn
’
t
be
sure
except
it
were
stronger
,
for
a
gentle
wind
might
turn
any
way
amongst
the
trunks
of
the
trees
.
”
“
I
shall
know
when
I
get
up
to
my
own
room
,
”
said
Diamond
.
“
I
think
I
hear
my
mistress
’
s
bell
.
Good
-
night
,
sir
.
”
He
ran
to
the
house
,
and
I
went
home
.
His
mistress
had
rung
for
him
only
to
send
him
to
bed
,
for
she
was
very
careful
over
him
and
I
daresay
thought
he
was
not
looking
well
.
When
he
reached
his
own
room
,
he
opened
both
his
windows
,
one
of
which
looked
to
the
north
and
the
other
to
the
east
,
to
find
how
the
wind
blew
.
It
blew
right
in
at
the
northern
window
.
Diamond
was
very
glad
,
for
he
thought
perhaps
North
Wind
herself
would
come
now
:
a
real
north
wind
had
never
blown
all
the
time
since
he
left
London
.
But
,
as
she
always
came
of
herself
,
and
never
when
he
was
looking
for
her
,
and
indeed
almost
never
when
he
was
thinking
of
her
,
he
shut
the
east
window
,
and
went
to
bed
.
Perhaps
some
of
my
readers
may
wonder
that
he
could
go
to
sleep
with
such
an
expectation
;
and
,
indeed
,
if
I
had
not
known
him
,
I
should
have
wondered
at
it
myself
;
but
it
was
one
of
his
peculiarities
,
and
seemed
nothing
strange
in
him
.
He
was
so
full
of
quietness
that
he
could
go
to
sleep
almost
any
time
,
if
he
only
composed
himself
and
let
the
sleep
come
.
This
time
he
went
fast
asleep
as
usual
.
But
he
woke
in
the
dim
blue
night
.
The
moon
had
vanished
.
He
thought
he
heard
a
knocking
at
his
door
.
“
Somebody
wants
me
,
”
he
said
to
himself
,
and
jumping
out
of
bed
,
ran
to
open
it
.
But
there
was
no
one
there
.
He
closed
it
again
,
and
,
the
noise
still
continuing
,
found
that
another
door
in
the
room
was
rattling
.
It
belonged
to
a
closet
,
he
thought
,
but
he
had
never
been
able
to
open
it
.
The
wind
blowing
in
at
the
window
must
be
shaking
it
.
He
would
go
and
see
if
it
was
so
.
The
door
now
opened
quite
easily
,
but
to
his
surprise
,
instead
of
a
closet
he
found
a
long
narrow
room
.
The
moon
,
which
was
sinking
in
the
west
,
shone
in
at
an
open
window
at
the
further
end
.
The
room
was
low
with
a
coved
ceiling
,
and
occupied
the
whole
top
of
the
house
,
immediately
under
the
roof
.
It
was
quite
empty
.
The
yellow
light
of
the
half
-
moon
streamed
over
the
dark
floor
.
He
was
so
delighted
at
the
discovery
of
the
strange
,
desolate
,
moonlit
place
close
to
his
own
snug
little
room
,
that
he
began
to
dance
and
skip
about
the
floor
.
The
wind
came
in
through
the
door
he
had
left
open
,
and
blew
about
him
as
he
danced
,
and
he
kept
turning
towards
it
that
it
might
blow
in
his
face
.
He
kept
picturing
to
himself
the
many
places
,
lovely
and
desolate
,
the
hill
-
sides
and
farm
-
yards
and
tree
-
tops
and
meadows
,
over
which
it
had
blown
on
its
way
to
The
Mound
.
And
as
he
danced
,
he
grew
more
and
more
delighted
with
the
motion
and
the
wind
;
his
feet
grew
stronger
,
and
his
body
lighter
,
until
at
length
it
seemed
as
if
he
were
borne
up
on
the
air
,
and
could
almost
fly
.
So
strong
did
his
feeling
become
,
that
at
last
he
began
to
doubt
whether
he
was
not
in
one
of
those
precious
dreams
he
had
so
often
had
,
in
which
he
floated
about
on
the
air
at
will
.
But
something
made
him
look
up
,
and
to
his
unspeakable
delight
,
he
found
his
uplifted
hands
lying
in
those
of
North
Wind
,
who
was
dancing
with
him
,
round
and
round
the
long
bare
room
,
her
hair
now
falling
to
the
floor
,
now
filling
the
arched
ceiling
,
her
eyes
shining
on
him
like
thinking
stars
,
and
the
sweetest
of
grand
smiles
playing
breezily
about
her
beautiful
mouth
.
She
was
,
as
so
often
before
,
of
the
height
of
a
rather
tall
lady
.
She
did
not
stoop
in
order
to
dance
with
him
,
but
held
his
hands
high
in
hers
.
When
he
saw
her
,
he
gave
one
spring
,
and
his
arms
were
about
her
neck
,
and
her
arms
holding
him
to
her
bosom
.
The
same
moment
she
swept
with
him
through
the
open
window
in
at
which
the
moon
was
shining
,
made
a
circuit
like
a
bird
about
to
alight
,
and
settled
with
him
in
his
nest
on
the
top
of
the
great
beech
-
tree
.
There
she
placed
him
on
her
lap
and
began
to
hush
him
as
if
he
were
her
own
baby
,
and
Diamond
was
so
entirely
happy
that
he
did
not
care
to
speak
a
word
.
At
length
,
however
,
he
found
that
he
was
going
to
sleep
,
and
that
would
be
to
lose
so
much
,
that
,
pleasant
as
it
was
,
he
could
not
consent
.
“
Please
,
dear
North
Wind
,
”
he
said
,
“
I
am
so
happy
that
I
’
m
afraid
it
’
s
a
dream
.
How
am
I
to
know
that
it
’
s
not
a
dream
?
”
