The Problem
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was upon the hearth, and with one move emptied the whole upon the dying embers. ‘I want a fire,’ she cried, ‘a fire!’ ‘That is hardly the way to make one,’ I returned, carefully taking the coal out with my hands, piece by piece, and putting it back into the scuttle, till"
"Till what?" I asked, seeing him and Mr. Gryce exchange a hurried look.
"Till I found this!" opening his large hand, and showing me a broken-handled key.
