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(1919) [MARC] Author: Dikken Zwilgmeyer
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“Peter, Peter!” I shouted anxiously.
“ Don’t lock it! Don’t lock it! I am up here.”

But do you suppose that Peter heard? Not
a bit!

He opened the heavy church door and
slammed it shut again. By that time I was
right there, shouting and hammering at the
door; hut the key turned in the lock and Peter
went his way round the corner.

Yes, he had gone, and there were we!

I was so afraid,—I don’t believe I was ever
so afraid in my whole long life! I hammered
on the door with my fists, I shouted and
screamed. Nobody heard me. Outside, the
storm howled and roared.

No, I knew well enough that in such weather
no one would think of coming to the
church-yard, not even a child or a maid with a
baby-carriage. And the church door opened on the
churchyard, not on the Street. It was
impos-sible for any one to hear us all the way from the
Street in such a storm.

I turned around almost wild with fright.

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