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The Witch of Prague

CHAPTER VIII
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She dared not look up, lest she should find him looking at her.
Then they emerged from the street and stood by the river, in a lonely place.

The heavy ice was gray with old snow in some places and black in others, where the great blocks had been cut out in long strips.

It was lighter here.

A lingering ray of sunshine, forgotten by the departing day, gilded the vast walls and turrets of venerable Hradschin, far above them on the opposite bank, and tinted the sharp dark spires of the half-built cathedral which crowns the fortress.

The distant ring of fast-moving skates broke the stillness.
"Are you angry with me ?" asked Unorna, almost humbly, and hardly knowing what she said.


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