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The east wind blew furiously, beating gray sheets down the streaming panes. Along the village street flowed a turbid torrent, the squalid wash of an \"old-timer-three-days\'-blow\" from the Great Lakes. Threshing was hung up. Every wheel was stopped for a thousand miles across the prairies.
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