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how the leaves rustle, and how chill the wind is as yonder with you in the North.





(A modestly furnished room; the tawdry atmosphere of concealed poverty is betrayed by a few inferior ornaments. A sense of warm and intimate snugness fills this nook ta the ticking of a large grandfather's clock. The golden vapour