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She was moving through a screen of hemlocks, in among the white birch and maples.

The sounds from the quarry began to pulse in her ears.

She stood, once more listening.

She had never been here at this hour.

She felt as if some dark, totally unfamiliar shape would clutch at her arm ; ;

but she found the path she always used, the stubs of branches she had broken, those she had pushed aside ; ;

and she walked easily now, and more slowly, until she could see the dark glisten of water beneath her.