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The Wind - page 1

I hear a knocking at the front gate, Darling.
Must be the wind.
I don't think so. The wind would make a sort of banging noise. This is more of a thud.
Not the first time it's made that sound. It happens often.
It's not the first time you've said that either, Darling.
Maybe. And it's always turned out to be the wind, hasn't it?
Yes, it's always turned out to be the wind. But, still, it could be somebody at the gate, you know.
Who do you think would come now, eh? At this time of night.
You're right...at this time of night. Makes sense. There is goes again! If it weren't so late, I wouldn't be so concerned about it.
Exactly. Anybody who would come to the front gate at this time of night would have to be rotten to the core.
Well, yes and no....
Of course he would be. Even if he weren't, he'd certainly be up to no good out there at this time.
Right, it is the dead of night, after all, isn't it.
Yes it is the dead of night. I don't get people coming to see me here at such ungodly hours. I don't get people coming to see me here at all, not because the you want to see me, I mean. The only people who come here to see me are people who want to get something out of me.
That's not exactly true.