Utterly exhausted, he staggered in, filled only with the desire to rest and shelter his tired body from the storm. And the house was that of Hunding, the Robber.
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CHAPTER I
THE HOUSE OF HUNDING
Outside the storm was raging, the great pines were bending in the wild gale, the thunder and lightning were in mad commotion.