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Fading Away

           Sparsit’seyewerethere;alsotheothercorner,asifthelightporter’seyewereonthatside.Still,nocommunicationwasmadetoStephen.Muchrelievedwhenthetwohourswereatlastaccomplished,hewentawayataquickpace,asarecompenseforsomuchloitering.

           Hehadonlytotakeleaveofhislandlady,andliedownonhistemporarybeduponthefloor;forhisbundlewasmadeupforto-morrow,andallwasarrangedforhisdeparture.Hemeanttobeclearofthetownveryearly;beforetheHandswereinthestreets.

           Itwasbarelydaybreak,when,withapartinglookroundhisroom,mournfullywonderingwhetherheshouldeverseeitagain,hewentout.Thetownwasasentirelydesertedasiftheinhabitantshadabandonedit,ratherthanholdcommunicationwithhim.Everythinglookedwanatthathour.Eventhecomingsunmadebutapalewasteinthesky,likeasadsea.

           BytheplacewhereRachaellived,thoughitwasnotinhisway;bytheredbrickstreets;bythegreatsilentfactories,nottremblingyet;bytherailway,wherethedanger-lightswerewaninginthestrengtheningday;bytherailway’scrazyneighbourhood,halfpulleddownandhalfbuiltup;byscatteredredbrickvillas,wherethebesmokedevergreensweresprinkledwithadirtypowder,likeuntidysnuff-takers;bycoal-dustpathsandmanyvarietiesofugliness;Stephengottothetopofthehill,andlookedback.

           Daywasshiningradiantlyuponthetownthen,andthebellsweregoingforthemorningwork.Domesticfireswerenotyetlighted,andthehighchimneyshadtheskytothemselves

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