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Then onward I went for at least one more mile, no noises, no shadows, at least, for a while. Quite cold and still lost, I was loosing all hope. I was tired—warn out—at the end of my rope. Then down from the sky shined a moonbeam so bright; through the clouds that had parted the moon shined its light. And there, up ahead, on the side of the road, in a small patch of grass