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热心网友 时间:2024-08-23 11:42
The snow-flakes fell on her long, fair hair, which curled in such pretty ringlets over her shoulders; but she thought not of her own beauty, or of the cold. Lights were glimmering thro ugh every window, and the savor of roast goose reached her from several houses; it was New Year's eve, and it was of this that she thought.