THE SOD ON THE PANE
full moon. There it was again, that sound, a swish and a soft thud. This time it flew higher and hit the glass. His coat half off, he turned and looked attentively. In a moment, up-shooting from below, plop, the small, dark object came a third time. He realized now what was happening. Some one had thrown a sod of earth lightly against his window-pane.
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