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e low hill which separated them from the place where the lighted windows had appeared，they had no general view of it at all. It was a question of seeing the next few paces ahead，and，even for that， you had to screw up your eyes. Needless to say，they were not talking.
When they reached the foot of the hill they caught a glimpse of what might be rocks on each side—squarish rocks，if you looked at them carefully，but no one did. All were more concerned with the ledge right in front of them which barred their way. It was about four feet high. The Marsh-wiggle，with his long legs，had no difficulty in jumping onto the top of it，and he then helped the others up. It was a nasty wet business for them，though not for him，because the snow now lay quite deep on the ledge. They then had a stiff climb—Jill fell once—up very rough ground for about a hundred yards，and came to a second ledge. There were four of these ledges altogether，at quite irregular intervals.
As they struggled on to the f
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