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Rh about the fire of a winter evening, while David, longing to champion his father’s contentions, maintained the silence becoming one of his years.

The fire dwindled and David presently became aware of the chill, and, yawning, climbed the stair and sought his bed with  many shivers at the touch of the cold clothing. A fox barked in the distance, but save for that all was silent. Northward the red glow had faded from the sky and the blacker  darkness that precedes the first sign of dawn  wrapped the world.