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10 spangled with gems, Lorelei climbed the rock. There, with a comb set thick with costly jewels, she sat and combed her beautiful golden hair.

Slowly, back and forth, through her long, loose hair, she drew the comb. And while she combed, she sang. Such a song! Wild and sweet, it floated down through the dark and filled the night with its entrancing music.

No words can tell its tenderness. Clear and low, it echoed from rock to rock. It mingled with all the night-sounds of the forest — the startled cry of a bird in its little nest, the wind in the leaves, the waves on the shore.