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She cast off the lower flap-fastenings and entered. The man still blew into the stove, unaware of his company. Frona coughed, and he raised a pair of smoke-reddened eyes to hers.
"Certainly," he said, casually enough. "Fasten the flaps and make yourself comfortable. " And thereat returned to his borean task.