Everett’s gaze dropped to the papers in his hand. Time wore on somewhat slowly with the prisoner, who had to control his impatience in the best way he could; but as the shades of evening were darkening, the door was unlocked, and Mr. Rain changed to hail, then 154 sleet, then snow. “It is positively no use, Anna,” she declared, appealingly.
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