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.
11 seconds sound clip from the The Outcasts of Poker Flat classic radio drama series episode.
You can hear this line at 00:26:24.795 in the radio play.
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- The moon through the rifted clouds looked down upon what had been the camp.
- They slept all that day and the next.
- Nor did they waken when voices and footsteps broke the silence of the camp.
- It bore a message written in pencil with a firm hand.
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