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didn't believe that Mallory was hurt. They wanted some proof of it. I had a great mind to try a little foolishness with the light myself, and had already struck a match to light one of the lamps, when I remembered, again, that it would be bad for Evelyn, and put the match out. But after that match their signals got furious.
The whole thing was well arranged. The trees cut down at our house and those from his made just about enough of an avenue to shine the lights through above the other trees. You had to be in line with 'em from the outside to see anything—and also high up above the trees in the valley—and this was almost impossible.
I decided to get away and let them alone or else I'd do something foolish and hurt Evelyn. I knew that she would do all that was necessary—if anything was—to shut it off.
But coming down-stairs, my candle glittered on something shining on the floor at the dark place where the garret stair took off from the
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