So in silence, but hand in hand, they move back through the dewy meads, meeting no one until they reach the little wooden gate that leads to her home.,
"I shall not be disappointed. I have read all about it," returns he, enthusiastically. Then, as though the thought has just struck him, he says,—,
"Thunder has stolen my wife," the man answered. "I am looking for his dwelling-place that I may find her.".
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