Den gale pike hadde satt seg stum og nidstirrende ned på terskelen, i tobakksskyene lignet hun virkelig en av hine selsomme, gråhvite tåkefugler ytterst fra skjærene.
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The crazy girl had sat down on the threshold, silent and staring. In the clouds of tobacco she really did resemble one of those strange, gray-white fogbirds from the far reaches of the cliffs.
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