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I should fear those that dance before me now / Would one day stamp upon me; it has been done: / Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
During the first weeks of December the biting wind abated for a time, and immediately the snow came. It fell for days, until at length the grey sky seemed exhausted; for the flakes sailed downwards in twos and threes like the stragglers of an army bringing up the rear. Then the sun broke through again, and all the world was a dazzling white.