The storm seems to be seeking you out as if aimed at you alone of all the wretches out that night. Your life's blood is chilled.
How strangely the tales of perished travelers fasten on your sinking heart. Shall you out live the fearful night? A light
A light Ah see how it blazes from long rows of windows tier above tier through the storm-laden darkness. You will not perish,
Hope returns. Your almost motionless heart beats hard again sending thin watery blood through your benumbed limbs. Struggle
on Bradley you shall yet be warmed fed and sheltered. You approach feeble, and bent, and dripping; the big lighted front of
the mansion seems forbiddingly grand. Hark how the joyous melody of the gay warm company within contracts with the howling
of the pitiless storm. You have at length found the door but how woeful your appearance as the light falls on you. Dare you
knock in such a plight at such a house. You are ragged and mud splashed and slouched 00082