But all human stain, all trace of earthly travail, was hidden beneath the spotless mantle mercifully flung from above.

9 seconds sound clip from the The Outcasts of Poker Flat classic radio drama series episode.

You can hear this line at 00:26:05.705 in the radio play.

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- It don't matter. Come rest your head on my shoulder. There. That's better.

- Piney.

- Yes, honey? Goodbye?

- Not goodbye. Just, just goodnight. Goodnight, Piney.

- The wind blowed as if it feared to waken them.

- Feathery drifts of snow, shaken from the long pine boughs, flew like white-winged birds and settled about them as they slept.

- The moon through the rifted clouds looked down upon what had been the camp.

- But all human stain, all trace of earthly travail, was hidden beneath the spotless mantle mercifully flung from above.

- They slept all that day and the next.

- Nor did they waken when voices and footsteps broke the silence of the camp.

- And when pitying fingers brushed the snow from their worn faces, you could scarcely have told from the equal peace that dwelt upon them which was she that had sinned.

- Even the law of Poker Flat felt this, and turned away, leaving them still locked in each other's arms.

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