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"
But
he
’
s
there
;
see
for
yourself
.
"
He
pulled
the
door
wider
to
let
her
see
.
The
cold
wind
blew
and
the
thin
rain
fell
upon
the
soil
and
the
figure
stood
looking
at
them
with
distant
eyes
.
The
old
woman
held
to
the
doorway
.
"
Go
away
!
"
she
said
,
waving
one
hand
.
"
Go
away
!
"
"
Doesn
’
t
it
look
like
Tom
?
"
asked
the
old
man
.
The
figure
did
not
move
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
,
"
said
the
old
woman
.
"
Lock
the
door
and
come
to
bed
.
I
won
’
t
have
anything
to
do
with
it
.
"
She
vanished
,
moaning
to
herself
,
into
the
bedroom
.
The
old
man
stood
with
the
wind
raining
coldness
on
his
hands
.
"
Tom
,
"
he
called
softly
.
"
Tom
,
if
that
’
s
you
,
if
by
some
chance
it
is
you
,
Tom
,
I
’
ll
leave
the
door
unlatched
.
And
if
you
’
re
cold
and
want
to
come
in
to
warm
yourself
,
just
come
in
later
and
lie
by
the
hearth
;
there
’
s
some
fur
rugs
there
.
"
He
shut
but
did
not
lock
the
door
.
