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But the day was nothing to the night.
I suppose I had slept for about four hours, when I woke suddenly thinking I heard a noise in the garden. And, immediately, before my eyes were open, cold terrible fear seized me -- not fear of something that was happening, like the fear in the wood, but fear of something that might happen.