I was walking over a wide plain alone.

And suddenly I fancied light, cautious footsteps behind my back.... Some

one was walking after me.

I looked round, and saw a little, bent old woman, all muffled up in grey

rags. The face of the old woman alone peeped out from them; a yellow,

wrinkled, sharp-nosed, toothless face.

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