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- “I will simply close the shutters, then, and call my boy to bring me a
wooden bar. Pray, touch the bell-pull there.
“Are you frantic? That bell-wire might blast you. Never touch bell-wire
in a thunder-storm, nor ring a bell of any sort.”
“Nor those in belfries? Pray, will you tell me where and how one may be
safe in a time like this? Is there any part of my house I may touch
with hopes of my life?”
“There is; but not where you now stand. Come away from the wall. The
current will sometimes run down a wall, and—a man being a better
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