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Father Winter
It was Sunday, a week after her arrival. As they sat at supper, suddenly she sprang from the table, and rushed to the door, crying: "He's coming! He's coming!" Every one exclaimed, " She's crazy!" They saw her run to "the fence, which she leaped at a bound, and dashed into the woods. They speedily followed, and were just in time to see Mr. Winter leap from a horse and clasp her in his arms. This is not a fancy sketch. In a novel we
should say the author was presuming upon our credulity.
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