Sentence The Threehundredandseventyeighth

Teri and Siobhan slept late after their night's exertions and so didn't know about the snow that had fallen until Teri opened the curtains at about 10.30am – the North Hill was white and in the garden below she noticed that the Syrian children had built a snowman, under the guidance of Aunt Maude:
it wore a top hat and a kilt, though Teri had no idea where Maude could have obtained those, probably from one of the boxes of jumble in the loft and she felt a sadness that these children and their parents had been forced to leave everything behind them while their country was being torn apart by a group driven by culturicide – quite nihilistic; Teri went down to the kitchen, where Auntie Crist was making pancakes and scones for the children, and brought coffee and toast with peanut butter up for Siobhan and herself to eat in bed; the puckish cub reporter was full of questions about
 Tavish, Tammy and Bernie, and Teri did her best to answer them – as to where they would hope to go in 12^th Century Edinburgh, Teri had only the vaguest idea: “well,” she said, “they might be looking for Sister Evadne Eglantine, we believe that she had been held prisoner by Sir Parlane MacFarlane, so they might intend to free her, according to all the history books, she died in chains in an oubliette under MacFarlane's house in the High Street, but we now know that his mysterious death in Melrose was caused by my uncle Tavish, and he is an inveterate searcher for the truth, though where he can look we don't know; but there were also various Dumbiedykes, Lyttletons, Somervilles, Urquharts and other ancestors of our family already residing in the city, most of whom would, I believe, be happy to tackle the likes of the unctuous Lawyer Elginbrod and others of MacFarlane's cronies and I think that Tavish intends to make contact with them, and that he has two purposes in mind – to destroy this Order of The Golden Ring – MacFarlane and Doubleday he has already dealt with and I imagine that he won't be satisfied until he has eliminated the rest – of course, there is no guarantee that he will succeed, and the ramifications could be widespread: if he kills any, as he has already killed MacFarlane and Doubleday, obviously they will have no further children, no descendants, and it is impossible to know how any further deaths will affect succeeding generations; and how is history affected anyway? perhaps what we already know is the result of Tavish's work, or if some of what we know will change, because he hasn't yet – in that time – struck the blow; perhaps we should keep an eye on the Ingmarsson family and see if there are changes there, either in the details about the family, or our own memories: can you access the piece Tammy wrote about them
last year? and Siobhan set to work on her laptop, which, luckily, she had brought in last night, because it would have been a shame, Teri felt, if her new young lover had needed to go out in the blizzard which made everyone feel quite Christmassy but also very cold!