CHAPTER SEVEN
tRANGE tRENC of a day. Over ; blo, a felt as if it ake your skin off. doo t t of t road o pick t broken stones and bet, it oo cold for a .
At about ten oclock t tiny snoering dotled on Jills arm. ten minutes later te ty minutes ticeably eady snoorm, to last all day, they could hardly see.
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Needless to say, t talking.
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As truggled on to taking t t t top of t ill noer; te as flat on top as it ance: a great level tableland ore across
resistance. In most places till all, for t catc up off ts and clouds, and in t little eddies of sno as you sometimes see t as smoot to make matters imes divided it up into squares and oblongs. All to be climbed; to five feet in and a couple of yards ts; and after eaco a drift and got .
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Suddenly s five feet, and found o o a dark, narro to of her.
er stom. So be in a kind of trenc t t ticed of trenc ticed urally, t he edge.
quot;Are you , Pole?quot; sed Scrubb.
quot;Bot ; sed Puddleglu