Here, as we are rushing along through the darkness, with all the mysterious voices of the night around us...
We seem to be drifting into unknown places and unknown ways;
into a whole world of dark and dreadful things. |
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Far off I hear the howling of wolves; the snow brings them down from the mountains, and there are dangers to all of us, and from all sides.
The horses are nearly ready, and we are soon off.
We ride to death of someone.
God alone knows who, or where, or what, or when, or how it may be...
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