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Black slopes of pine and melancholy bars of sunset walled you in, as in some funeral hall of judgment. BLACK SLOPES OF PINE AND MELANCHOLY BARS OF SUNSET WALLED YOU IN AS IN SOME FUNERAL HALL OF JUDGMENT
k. When she turned her wicked old eyes upon you, the life died within you, and wherever you walked she was always somewhere in the bushes muttering evil spells. All the year round under the green cloud of summer, you might meet Autumn creeping somewhere in the valley, like foul mists that creep from pool to pool; for here all the year was decay to feed upon and dead leaves for her to sleep on. Always the year round in the valley, if you listened close, you would hear something sighing, something dying. To the happiest walking there would come strange sinkings of the heart, unaccountable premonitions of overhanging doom. There the least superstitious would start at the sight of a toad, and come upon three magpies at once not without fear. Over all was a breath of imminent disaster, a look of sorrow from which there was no escape. It was not many yards away from a merry high-road, but once in the shade of its lanes, it seemed as though you had been shut away from the world of living men. CKS IN A SCARLET CLOAK WHEN SHE TURNED HER WICKED OLD EYES UPON YOU THE LIFE DIED WITHIN YOU AND WHEREVER YOU WALKED SHE WAS ALWAYS SOMEWHERE IN THE BUSHES MUTTERING EVIL SPELLS ALL THE YEAR ROUND UNDER THE GREEN CLOUD OF SUMMER YOU MIGHT MEET AUTUMN CREEPING SOMEWHERE IN THE VALLEY LIKE FOUL MISTS THAT CREEP FROM POOL TO POOL FOR HERE ALL THE YEAR WAS DECAY TO FEED UPON AND DEAD LEAVES FOR HER TO SLEEP ON ALWAYS THE YEAR ROUND IN THE VALLEY IF YOU LISTENED CLOSE YOU WOULD HEAR SOMETHING SIGHING SOMETHING DYING TO THE HAPPIEST WALKING THERE WOULD COME STRANGE SINKINGS OF THE HEART UNACCOUNTABLE PREMONITIONS OF OVERHANGING DOOM THERE THE LEAST SUPERSTITIOUS WOULD START AT THE SIGHT OF A TOAD AND COME UPON THREE MAGPIES AT ONCE NOT WITHOUT FEAR OVER ALL WAS A BREATH OF IMMINENT DISASTER A LOOK OF SORROW FROM WHICH THERE WAS NO ESCAPE IT WAS NOT MANY YARDS AWAY FROM A MERRY HIGH ROAD BUT ONCE IN THE SHADE OF ITS LANES IT SEEMED AS THOUGH YOU HAD BEEN SHUT AWAY FROM THE WORLD OF LIVING MEN
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