Suddenly Peg removed her pipe from her mouth , bent forward , gripped my wrist with her sinewy fingers until I almost cried out with pain , and gazed straight into my face . I felt horribly frightened of her . She seemed an entirely different creature . A wild light was in her eyes , a furtive , animal-like expression was on her face . When she spoke it was in a different voice and in different language . `` Do you hear the wind ? '' she asked in a thrilling whisper . `` What IS the wind ? What IS the wind ? '' `` I -- I -- do n't know , '' I stammered . `` No more do I , '' said Peg , `` and nobody knows . Nobody knows what the wind is . I wish I could find out . I might n't be so afraid of the wind if I knew what it was . I am afraid of it . When the blasts come like that I want to crouch down and hide me . But I can tell you one thing about the wind -- it 's the only free thing in the world -- THE -- ONLY -- FREE -- THING . Everything else is subject to some law , but the wind is FREE . It bloweth where it listeth and no man can tame it . It 's free -- that 's why I love it , though I 'm afraid of it .
It 's a grand thing XXXXX be free -- free free -- free ! ''
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