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In Aaron's workroom the noise of the blizzard was very high. The two who crossed the room heard it, and heard it roaring still higher as Henry unlocked the inner door. But when they had entered that other room, just as they passed through the curtains, there was a change. The high screech of the wind altered by an infinitely small but complete variation. Nancy heard it no longer screaming, but singing. Her hand in Henry's, she paused between the hangings.
"Do you hear? My dear, do you hear?" she exclaimed. Holding the hangings for her, and listening, he looked back. "I hear," he said. "It's catching us up, Nancy."