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“
But
what
’
s
to
become
of
me
without
a
window
?
”
“
I
’
m
sure
I
don
’
t
know
.
All
I
say
is
,
it
will
be
worse
for
me
than
for
you
.
”
“
No
;
it
will
not
.
You
shall
not
be
the
worse
for
it
—
I
promise
you
that
.
You
will
be
much
the
better
for
it
.
Just
you
believe
what
I
say
,
and
do
as
I
tell
you
.
”
“
Well
,
I
can
pull
the
clothes
over
my
head
,
”
said
Diamond
,
and
feeling
with
his
little
sharp
nails
,
he
got
hold
of
the
open
edge
of
the
paper
and
tore
it
off
at
once
.
In
came
a
long
whistling
spear
of
cold
,
and
struck
his
little
naked
chest
.
He
scrambled
and
tumbled
in
under
the
bedclothes
,
and
covered
himself
up
:
there
was
no
paper
now
between
him
and
the
voice
,
and
he
felt
a
little
—
not
frightened
exactly
—
I
told
you
he
had
not
learned
that
yet
—
but
rather
queer
;
for
what
a
strange
person
this
North
Wind
must
be
that
lived
in
the
great
house
—
“
called
Out
-
of
-
Doors
,
I
suppose
,
”
thought
Diamond
—
and
made
windows
into
people
’
s
beds
!
But
the
voice
began
again
;
and
he
could
hear
it
quite
plainly
,
even
with
his
head
under
the
bed
-
clothes
.
It
was
a
still
more
gentle
voice
now
,
although
six
times
as
large
and
loud
as
it
had
been
,
and
he
thought
it
sounded
a
little
like
his
mother
’
s
.
“
What
is
your
name
,
little
boy
?
”
it
asked
.
“
Diamond
,
”
answered
Diamond
,
under
the
bed
-
clothes
.
“
What
a
funny
name
!
”
“
It
’
s
a
very
nice
name
,
”
returned
its
owner
.
