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the thoughtfulness of the neatherd — not an inch of me 

 was to be seen. I was as warm as possible. 



" Why, there are the two women \" exclaimed the 

 young forester in surprise, holding up his lantern. They 

 were lying close to us, but like myself so tucked up we 

 had not observed them. 



" No matter," I said, " as long as they do not. snore : 

 that is all I care about. Good night \" 



