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sunset light, the old building was even more ven- 

 erable than before. The hum of its machinery 

 had ceased, the last farm wagon had left the low, 

 sheltering shed, and the miller was asleep. It 

 seemed a pity to disturb him, and I moved upon 

 tiptoe as I locked my boat and put away the oars. 

 I even felt a little ghost-like as I passed into the 

 gloom of the mill's deserted rooms, nor wholly in 

 touch, later, with passing events as I reentered 

 the sunlit-world, retracing my steps toward home 

 again across lots and far as possible from the 

 beaten path. 



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