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CAN IT BE DONE?
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of conversation during the evening. When bedtime came they went gaily to bed, not even Betty doubting the feasibility of their getting to the train on the morrow.
Her uncle, however, put his head out of the door again when the others had gone chamberward and seeing the shining, icy waste of the Overlook, muttered with growing anxiety:
"Can it be done?"
