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I couldn't see the storm, but I could hear it. The wind was wailing aroud the eaves and whistling eerily in the long stovepipe that crossed the kitchen before it enered the chimney in the east wall.
Jessie L. Beattie, A Season Past - Reminiscences of a Rural Canadian Childhood, Toronto, The Canadian Publishers, 1968, p. 12.
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