continued to walk. It grew dark, and it started to rain heavier. My clothes were wet, and I knew that if I found no shelter soon, I would catch cold. I started to look for some kind of bush or rock at least.
It was at that moment that I saw a glowing light ahead. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But it stayed steady, so I headed toward it.
Сборник лучших произведений английской классической литературы. Уровень 3
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Шарлотта Бронте
