I.
WITHOUT, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam विला the blinds were drawn and the आग 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 टिप्पणी दे from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly द्वारा the fire.
"Hark at the wind," कहा 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," कहा the latter, grimly surveying the board...
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