If an army of them had rushed to invade it, it would have
melted away on the edge of it, and ceased like a dying wave.--She
even imagined that the moon was slowly coming nearer and nearer down
the sky to take her and freeze her to death in her arms. The wise
woman, too, she felt sure, although her cottage looked asleep, was
watching her at some little window. In this, however, she would have
been quite right, if she had only imagined enough--namely, that the
wise woman was watching OVER her from the little window. But after
all, somehow, the thought of the wise woman was less frightful than
that of any of her other terrors, and at length she began to wonder
whether it her sadly through her gay silken slippers. She threw
herself on the heath, which came up to the walls of the cottage on
every side, and roared and screamed with rage. Suddenly, however,
she remembered how her screaming had brought the horde of wolves and
hyenas about her in the forest, and, ceasing at once, lay still,
gazing yet again at the moon.
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