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Now I found myself upon an apparently abandoned road which I had chosen as the shortest cut to Arkham; overtaken by the storm at a point far from any town, and confronted with no refuge save the antique and repellent wooden building which blinked with bleared windows from between two huge leafless elms near the foot of a rocky hill. NOW I FOUND MYSELF UPON AN APPARENTLY ABANDONED ROAD WHICH I HAD CHOSEN AS THE SHORTEST CUT TO ARKEM OVERTAKEN BY THE STORM AT A POINT FAR FROM ANY TOWN AND COMFORTED WITH NO REFUGE SAVE THE ANTIQUE AND REPELLENT WOODEN BUILDING WHICH BLINKED WITH BLEARED WINDOWS FROM BETWEEN TWO HUGE LEAFLESS ELMS NEAR THE FOOT OF A ROCKY HILL
philosophy stern, these folk were not beautiful in their sins. Erring as all mortals must, they were forced by their rigid code to seek concealment above all else; so that they came to use less and less taste in what they concealed. Only the silent, sleepy, staring houses in the backwoods can tell all that has lain hidden since the early days; and they are not communicative, being loath to shake off the drowsiness which helps them forget. Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream. It was to a time-battered edifice of this description that I was driven one afternoon in November, 1896, by a rain of such chilling copiousness that any shelter was preferable to exposure. I had been travelling for some time amongst the people of the Miskatonic Valley in quest of certain genealogical data; and from the remote, devious, and problematical nature of my course, had deemed it convenient to employ a bicycle despite the lateness of the season.  BY PHILOSOPHY STERN THESE FOLK WERE NOT BEAUTIFUL IN THEIR SINS ERRING AS ALL MORTALS MUST THEY WERE FORCED BY THEIR RIGID CODE TO SEEK CONCEALMENT ABOVE ALL ELSE SO THAT THEY CAME TO USE LESS AND LESS TASTE IN WHAT THEY CONCEALED ONLY THE SILENT SLEEPY STARING HOUSES IN THE BACKWOODS CAN TELL ALL THAT HAS LAIN HIDDEN SINCE THE EARLY DAYS AND THEY ARE NOT COMMUNICATIVE BEING LOATH TO SHAKE OFF THE DROWSINESS WHICH HELPS THEM FORGET SOMETIMES ONE FEELS THAT IT WOULD BE MERCIFUL TO TEAR DOWN THESE HOUSES FOR THEY MUST OFTEN DREAM IT WAS TO A TIME BATTERED EDIFICE OF THIS DESCRIPTION THAT I WAS DRIVEN ONE AFTERNOON IN NOVEMBER EIGHTEEN NINETY SIX BY A RAIN OF SUCH CHILLING COPIOUSNESS THAT ANY SHELTER WAS PREFERABLE TO EXPOSURE I HAVE BEEN TRAVELLING FOR SOME TIME AMONGST THE PEOPLE OF THE MOSCATONIC VALLEY IN QUEST OF CERTAIN GENEALOGICAL DATA AND FROM THE REMOTE DEVIOUS AND PROBLEMATICAL NATURE OF MY COURSE HAD DEEMED IT CONVENIENT TO EMPLOY A BICYCLE DESPITE THE LATENESS OF THE SEASON
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