The Fire of the Cabin Was Like a Box Made of Tinder

Philip had always been afflicted with a slight nasal trouble, and smoke irritated him. It set him sneezing and kept him dodging about the fire. celie was laughing as the smoke persisted in following him around like a young scamp of a boy bent on tormenting him. He heard then the crackling of burning pitch a dull and consuming roar. With her face crushed against his breast, he dashed back into the fiery holocaust of the outer room. The cabin, with its pitch filled logs, was like a box made of tinder.

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