I.
WITHOUT, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam biệt thự the blinds were drawn and the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked bình luận from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly bởi the fire.
"Hark at the wind," đã đưa ý kiến Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably desirous of preventing his son from seeing it.
"I'm listening," đã đưa ý kiến the latter, grimly surveying the board...
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