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XV

She sank upon the snow. But Bruin

Adroitly seized and carried her;

Submissive as if in a swoon,

She cannot draw a breath or stir.

He dragged her by a forest road

Till amid trees a hovel showed,

By barren snow heaped up and bound,

A tangled wilderness around.

Bright blazed the window of the place,

Within resounded shriek and shout:

“My chum lives here,” Bruin grunts out.

“Warm yourself here a little space!”

Straight for the entrance then he made

And her upon the threshold laid.