The spirit of the pines

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The Meeting of the Ways "You surely cannot refuse a traveler shelter from so pitiless a storm!" "You surely cannot intrude when I tell you that I wish to be alone!" "I regret forcing myself upon your unwilling hospitality, but the water is rising rapidly, and I am in danger of drowning." Outside in the rain and darkness stood the man, his coat-collar buttoned tightly about his throat, his hat pulled over his eyes. Inside, framed by the low doorway, the slender black-robed figure of the girl was silhouetted against the light. The situation would be tragic if it were not so humersou," the man resumed. Then he broke off, shaken by a violent attack of coughing.