At Home with the Glynns, Chapter 29: AT THE TOP of the ladder, at the windowsill, I hesitated, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Their room was darker than the night outside, and there seemed to be a mist within it thicker than the fog. “Come here, Peter,” said Martha, whispering.
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At Home with the Glynns, Chapter 29: AT THE TOP of the ladder, at the windowsill, I hesitated, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Their room was darker than the night outside, and there seemed to be a mist within it thicker than the fog. “Come here, Peter,” said Martha, whispering.