The Witness
By: Grace Livingston Hill LutzLike A Sudden Cloudburst The Dormitory Had Gone Into A Frenzy Of Sound.
Doors Slammed, Feet Trampled, Hoarse Voices Reverberated, Heavy Bodies
Flung Themselves Along The Corridor, The Very Electrics Trembled With
The Cataclysm. One Moment All Was Quiet With A Contented
After-Dinner-Peace-Before-Study Hours; The Next It Was As If All The
Forces Of The Earth Had Broken Forth.
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