I.
WITHOUT, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam villa the blinds were drawn and the fuoco 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 commento from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly da the fire.
"Hark at the wind," detto 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," detto the latter, grimly surveying the board...
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