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Chapter V. The Summer-house

           Hearingnoanswer,helookeddowntothewall.

           NorthWindwasgone.Awayacrosstheriverwentalongripple—whatsailorscallacat’spaw.Themanintheboatwasputtingupasail.Themoonwascomingtoherselfontheedgeofagreatcloud,andthesailbegantoshinewhite.Diamondrubbedhiseyes,andwonderedwhatitwasallabout.Thingsseemedgoingonaroundhim,andalltounderstandeachother,buthecouldmakenothingofit.Soheputhishandsinhispockets,andwentintohavehistea.Thenightwasveryhot,forthewindhadfallenagain.

           “Youdon’tseemverywellto-night,Diamond,”saidhismother.

           “Iamquitewell,mother,”returnedDiamond,whowasonlypuzzled.

           “Ithinkyouhadbettergotobed,”sheadded.

           “Verywell,mother,”heanswered.

           Hestoppedforonemomenttolookoutofthewindow.Abovethemoonthecloudsweregoingdifferentways.Somehoworotherthistroubledhim,but,notwithstanding,hewassoonfastasleep.

           Hewokeinthemiddleofthenightandthedarkness.Aterriblenoisewasrumblingoverhead,liketherollingbeatofgreatdrumsechoingthroughabrazenvault.Theroofoftheloftinwhichhelayhadnoceiling;onlythetileswerebetweenhimandthesky.Forawhilehecouldnotcomequiteawake,forthenoisekeptbeatinghimdown,sothathisheartwastroubledandflutteredpainfully.Asecondpealofthunderburstoverhishead,andalmostchokedhimwithfear

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