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and light, and above, in the middle of the sky, rose the moon with transparent rims. She was living just through her last nights and therefore was looking cold, sad, and solitary.
Small, narrow clouds swiftly floating were borne along by a strong wind, but they did not cover the light of the moon; they passed by it carefully. From this solitary moon escaped cautious glints of light which fell upon the small lofty clouds, and a gentle breeze sprang up which could scarcely be felt.
All these natural agencies inspired a mysterious sensation of night reigning over the earth.
When Niemoviceki came to himself and recollected all that had happened he could not believe it, for the whole event seemed too terrible and monstrous to be true; but then, as it was midnight, and he was looking up at the moon and
