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'Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, / 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there / are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale / sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal / moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the / sleepers.'
Virginia's eyes grew dim with tears, and she hid her face in her hands.