The End

Through the bushes and between the thin branches of the autumn ravaged trees he looked, his gaze penetrating the surrounding gloom which hung over the houses and lay on the street, and saw the latch windows of the front room, with bright light radiating from a burning lamp on the windowsill and a deeper glow given off by the fire in the hospitable grate. It was the most welcoming thing he had ever seen, and he was glad that his journey was at an end.

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