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Ross held his hands close to the small fire sheltered in the pit he had helped dig and flexed his cold-numbed fingers in the warmth. From across the handful of flames Ashe's eyes, too bright in a fever-flushed face, watched him demandingly. The fugitives had taken cover in an angle where the massed remains of an old avalanche provided a cave-pocket.
From her pale lips no sorrow speaks, No tears glide down her hueless cheeks; Cold-numbed in her despair She looked along the silent deep, She looked upon the brightening heaven, Till to the marble face the soul Its light sublime had given!
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