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 the wet toads and fat snakes that have become entangled together. Little Inger sank down to this place. All that disgusting living entanglement was so icy cold that she shivered through all



her limbs, and she grew stiffer and stiffen. She stuck to the loaf, and it dragged her just as an amber stud drags a particle of straw.

The bog-wife was at home. The brewery was that day visited by the fiend and his great-