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At about one o'clock in the morning he was still awake, worrying about the air in the bedroom. He had turned over in bed two hundred and thirty-six times. He was very hot. As he turned over for the two hundred and thirty-seventh time, one arm came out of the bedclothes and hung down beside the bed. His hand touched the floor. It also touched something on the floor. This thing was a shoe.

An idea came into his worried mind. Angry men act quickly and the shoe was in his hand in less than a second. Where was the window? He could see something that looked like glass over there. He threw the shoe through the darkness with all the force of his strong right arm.

The shoe flew straight through the air and hit the glass in the middle. A terrible sound of breaking glass filled the room, but to Wilson's sad heart it seemed like the sound of sweet and beautiful music." Now I have some fresh air in the room" he thought.
"Now I need not die"
Five minutes later he was peacefylly asleep. He didn't move for many hours. When daylight came gently through the window, he awoke and lay with his eyes closed. Where was he? Oh, yes! He was in Finland; but what was the matter? Was anything wrong? There was something to worry about. What was it? Oh, the broken window! Yes, indeed. He would have to pay for that. How much? Was it a big piece of glass? He couldn't remember. He opened his eyes to look.

Slowly he turned them towards the window and then he sat up suddenly in bed. He was very surprised: the window was not broken at all. The glass was all in one piece; just as good as it had been the night before. No fresh air was entering the room through the كلمة ممنوعةكلمة ممنوعةكلمة ممنوعةكلمة ممنوعةكلمة ممنوعةكلمة ممنوعةكلمة ممنوعةكلمة ممنوعة Then, what had happened when he threw the shoe.

He turned his eyes to the side and saw a broken picture hanging on the wall. There was a shoe on the floor below it. He could see a lot of broken glass round the shoe, and there was more inside it!