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By. At a village fifteen miles away was to be a ball that night;
Although the air was piercing cold, her heart was merry and light. At
last her laughing eye lit up as a well-known voice she heard, And
dashing in front of the door her lover's sleigh appeared. "O daughter,
dear," her mother said, "this blanket round you fold, 'Tis such a