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           Asummer-nightsilencewhichlayforathousandmiles,whichcoveredtheearthlikeawhiteandshadowysea.

           Faster,faster!Shewentdownthesteps.

           Run!

           Sheheardmusic.Inamadway,inasillyway,sheheardthegreatsurgeofmusicthatpoundedather,andsherealizedassheran,assheraninpanicandterror,thatsomepartofhermindwasdramatizing,borrowingfromtheturbulentmusicalscoreofsomeprivatedrama,andthemusicwasrushingandpushinghernow,higherandhigher,faster,faster,plummetingandscurrying,down,anddownintothepitoftheravine.

           Onlyalittleway,sheprayed.Onehundredeight,nine,onehundredtensteps!Thebottom!Now,run!Acrossthebridge!

           Shetoldherlegswhattodo,herarmsherbody,herterror;sheadvisedallpartsofherselfinthiswhiteandterriblemoment,overtheroaringcreekwaters,onthehollow,thudding,swaying,almostalive,resilientbridgeplankssheran,followedbythewildfootstepsbehind,behind,withthemusicfollowing,too,themusicshriekingandbabbling.

           He’sfollowing,don’tturn,don’tlook,ifyouseehim,you’llnotbeabletomove,you’llbesofrightened.Justrun,run!

           Sheranacrossthebridge.

           Oh,God,God,please,pleaseletmegetupthehill!Nowupthepath,nowbetweenthehills,ohGod,it’sdark,andeverythingsofaraway.iiIscreamednowitwouldn’thelp;Ican’tscreamanyway.