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forest Flamma wandered. She was
pale, for of late the sickness of the
marshes had been upon her. It was
winter, and where the trees stood
, more apart the ground was thick with
‘s. snow; but she felt no cold, only sorrow.
“When she had wandered far, she sank at
the foot of a great rock in the moonlight,
sitting as one benumbed. She longed
feebly that the rock might open and let her
creep in out of the cold, for she began to
feel the cold at last.

As she sat, her hand rested on the snow
at the foot of the rock. She seemed to
feel a little warmth in the hand, as though a
pleasant fire had been near ; and the warmth
seemed to grow greater, until the blue nails

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