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eaves of the shed roof and drew himself up on this last, back a little way down it, and calculating his direction nicely, with a running jump launched himself out over the street.
The momentum of his leap carried him truly toward that window where Rose was waiting. Then its force slackened. For an awful instant he believed that he had failed. But with the last expiring ounce of impetus he was brought within grasping distance of the window-sill.
Hauling himself up, he gathered her into his arms. …
A great tongue of flames licked angrily out of the window as he swung her back to safety.
