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the Stranger by Norman Whitney. Chapter one a stranger in wouldn't. On Saturday, the 31st off October 1964. A man arrived in the village. It was late in the evening. He was looking for somewhere to stay the night he knocked at the door and the women opened it. Good evening, madam. The man said I'm sorry. It's so late. But can you help me, please? Is there a hotel in this village? I want to stay here tonight. The woman loved a hado here in Golan? No, sir. I'm afraid there isn't. What a pity, Said the man. I'm a stranger here and I want to see your real age tomorrow. The stranger was ready. Polite. He was strong and had a dark hair. And he had strange green ice. Perhaps Mrs Harrison can help you. The woman said she has a room. Perhaps you can stay with her. Wait a minute. I'll get my court and I'll take you there. The woman took the stranger to Mrs Harrison's house. This is how he said it gave him a room for the night. He was very glad. It was last night off October. And it was called the next day was Sunday. The man looked around the village. He was very interested in the history. Off the village. He met some off the villages and as them the names. But he did not was in the church. That was unusual. The church in the would end was the most beautiful building in the village. What? The stranger was not interested in it. They did not go to church that night with all the villages. It was the first Sunday evening off November, where the religious came out off the church. The man had gone. They had all like him. The ladies had thought he was very good looking. A few weeks later, he came back. It was the first Sunday in December, the religious were coming out off church. It was cold and dark. Hello, he said. I'm back again. It's nice to see you all once more. His next words surprised everyone. Perhaps you can help me, he said. I'm looking for a house. I want to buy a house here. Yeah, someone said But why? Here? There is no work in Turin for hangman all and people leave the village. They find work in lignin the nearest town while you get a job somewhere, the stranger said. Perhaps in linen then or after Villagers told him about old Mr Smith's house. Mr. Smith had died in the summer. His house was empty. It was for sale. The house was on the corner off Main Street and church name. I'll ask about to the house tomorrow, said Hangman. Perhaps I'll be lucky. Goodbye. I'll see you soon. The religious watched him leave the also his car. It was very being and luxurious. He looked reach. A few days later, Smits house was sold, and in the middle off December, the Eng stranger arrived. He moved into the house and rocked very hard. Hey, fix the roof! He repaid the broken windows. He painted and decorated. He changed the whole house. But there was a big surprise for the village on the morning off Monday, the 21st off December desire big sign on the front of the house and on the sign with these words, the Carter Shop proprietor. They were slated