![]() Pattern? Will she?" was her continual cry. In the nursery a little girl was impatiently dancing up and down before the great window, fourteen feet high, which faced out over the park and commanded the long black expanse of road. ![]() The house was all alight within, and the joyous hubbub of its activity contrasted with the somber sighing of the wind and the hideous howling of the wolves without. Its rosy herringbone brick was bright and well-cared-for, its numerous turrets and battlements stood up sharp against the sky, and the crenellated balconies, corniced with snow, each held a golden square of window. But for all that, the Chase looked an inviting home-a warm and welcoming stronghold. Upon the roof of Willoughby Chase, the great house that stood on an open eminence in the heart of the wood. There were hundreds of them at work, wrapped in sacking because of the bitter cold, and keeping together in groups for fear of the wolves, grown savage and reckless from hunger. Snow lay piled on the dark road across Willoughby Wood, but from dawn men had been clearing it with brooms and shovels. Snow lay white and shining over the pleated hills, and icicles hung from the forest trees. The Wolves of Willoughby Chase One It was dusk-winter dusk.
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