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Presently a bolt was shot and the door pushed open with an effort. It was little used, and there was ice against it. Then a man's face peered out irresolutely into the dusk. A knock upon the front door, upon a night like this, seemed so unlikely that he doubted if he had heard rightly.
"Anybody here? " he said. Then he saw the woman's figure propped stiffly against the door-post. "Who is it? " he asked, in a startled voice. "Is it you, Mrs. Lane?"