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About a hundred yards froainst his ribs and his breath coray cloak It lay spread out on the snow

as if it had been discarded hastily; there were footprints of a wo toward the lake, others away froe failed her at the last

moment The cape had not the faintest trace of snow on its upturned

surface It must, therefore, have been discarded lately, after the

snowstor

Dave continued his search in an agony of apprehension The sun faintly

struggled with thea world of white He

had wandered in the direction of a clu the place out to her in the autumn as the scene of some boyish

adventure, which to commemorate he had cut his name on one of the

trees Association,her, led him to the

cedars--and she was there She had fallen, apparently, from cold and

exhaustion He bent down close to the white, still face that gave no

sign of life He called her name, he kissed her, but there was no

response--it was too late