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No answer.
He struck again, and two knocks.
No movement was heard in the house.
He knocked a third time.
There was no sound. He saw that they were all asleep, and did not care
to get up.
Then he turned to the hovel. He picked up a pebble from the snow, and
knocked against the low door.
There was no answer.
He raised himself on tiptoe, and knocked with his pebble against the
pane too softly to break the glass, but loud enough to be heard.
No voice was heard; no step moved; no candle was lighted.
He saw that there, as well, they did not care to awake.
The house of stone and the thatched hovel were equally deaf to the
wretched.
The boy decided on pushing on further, and penetrating the strait of
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