I.
WITHOUT, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam ولا the blinds were drawn and the آگ کے, آگ burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked تبصرہ from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly سے طرف کی the fire.
"Hark at the wind," کہا Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably desirous of preventing his son from seeing it.
"I'm listening," کہا the latter, grimly surveying the board...
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