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Slowly her figure moved forward to meet the dawn, and it soon vanished

in the white mist.

When he could no longer see her, Sanine leapt into the boat, and by a

few powerful strokes lashed the water to foam In mid-stream, as the

dense morning mists rose round him, Sanine dropped the oars, stood

erect in the boat and uttered a great shout of joy. And the woods and

the mists, as if alive, responded to his cry.