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Troy
slept
on
in
the
porch
,
and
the
rain
increased
outside
.
Presently
the
gurgoyle
spat
.
In
due
time
a
small
stream
began
to
trickle
through
the
seventy
feet
of
aerial
space
between
its
mouth
and
the
ground
,
which
the
water
-
drops
smote
like
duckshot
in
their
accelerated
velocity
.
The
stream
thickened
in
substance
,
and
increased
in
power
,
gradually
spouting
further
and
yet
further
from
the
side
of
the
tower
.
When
the
rain
fell
in
a
steady
and
ceaseless
torrent
the
stream
dashed
downward
in
volumes
.
We
follow
its
course
to
the
ground
at
this
point
of
time
.
The
end
of
the
liquid
parabola
has
come
forward
from
the
wall
,
has
advanced
over
the
plinth
mouldings
,
over
a
heap
of
stones
,
over
the
marble
border
,
into
the
midst
of
Fanny
Robin
’
s
grave
.
The
force
of
the
stream
had
,
until
very
lately
,
been
received
upon
some
loose
stones
spread
thereabout
,
which
had
acted
as
a
shield
to
the
soil
under
the
onset
.
These
during
the
summer
had
been
cleared
from
the
ground
,
and
there
was
now
nothing
to
resist
the
down
-
fall
but
the
bare
earth
.
For
several
years
the
stream
had
not
spouted
so
far
from
the
tower
as
it
was
doing
on
this
night
,
and
such
a
contingency
had
been
over
-
looked
.
Sometimes
this
obscure
corner
received
no
inhabitant
for
the
space
of
two
or
three
years
,
and
then
it
was
usually
but
a
pauper
,
a
poacher
,
or
other
sinner
of
undignified
sins
.
The
persistent
torrent
from
the
gurgoyle
’
s
jaws
directed
all
its
vengeance
into
the
grave
.
The
rich
tawny
mould
was
stirred
into
motion
,
and
boiled
like
chocolate
.
The
water
accumulated
and
washed
deeper
down
,
and
the
roar
of
the
pool
thus
formed
spread
into
the
night
as
the
head
and
chief
among
other
noises
of
the
kind
created
by
the
deluging
rain
.
The
flowers
so
carefully
planted
by
Fanny
’
s
repentant
lover
began
to
move
and
writhe
in
their
bed
.
The
winter
-
violets
turned
slowly
upside
down
,
and
became
a
mere
mat
of
mud
.
Soon
the
snowdrop
and
other
bulbs
danced
in
the
boiling
mass
like
ingredients
in
a
cauldron
.
Plants
of
the
tufted
species
were
loosened
,
rose
to
the
surface
,
and
floated
off
.
Troy
did
not
awake
from
his
comfortless
sleep
till
it
was
broad
day
.
Not
having
been
in
bed
for
two
nights
his
shoulders
felt
stiff
,
his
feet
tender
,
and
his
head
heavy
.
He
remembered
his
position
,
arose
,
shivered
,
took
the
spade
,
and
again
went
out
.
The
rain
had
quite
ceased
,
and
the
sun
was
shining
through
the
green
,
brown
,
and
yellow
leaves
,
now
sparkling
and
varnished
by
the
raindrops
to
the
brightness
of
similar
effects
in
the
landscapes
of
Ruysdael
and
Hobbema
,
and
full
of
all
those
infinite
beauties
that
arise
from
the
union
of
water
and
colour
with
high
lights
.
The
air
was
rendered
so
transparent
by
the
heavy
fall
of
rain
that
the
autumn
hues
of
the
middle
distance
were
as
rich
as
those
near
at
hand
,
and
the
remote
fields
intercepted
by
the
angle
of
the
tower
appeared
in
the
same
plane
as
the
tower
itself
.
He
entered
the
gravel
path
which
would
take
him
behind
the
tower
.
The
path
,
instead
of
being
stony
as
it
had
been
the
night
before
,
was
browned
over
with
a
thin
coating
of
mud
.
At
one
place
in
the
path
he
saw
a
tuft
of
stringy
roots
washed
white
and
clean
as
a
bundle
of
tendons
.
He
picked
it
up
—
surely
it
could
not
be
one
of
the
primroses
he
had
planted
?
He
saw
a
bulb
,
another
,
and
another
as
he
advanced
.
Beyond
doubt
they
were
the
crocuses
.
With
a
face
of
perplexed
dismay
Troy
turned
the
corner
and
then
beheld
the
wreck
the
stream
had
made
.
The
pool
upon
the
grave
had
soaked
away
into
the
ground
,
and
in
its
place
was
a
hollow
.
The
disturbed
earth
was
washed
over
the
grass
and
pathway
in
the
guise
of
the
brown
mud
he
had
already
seen
,
and
it
spotted
the
marble
tombstone
with
the
same
stains
.
Nearly
all
the
flowers
were
washed
clean
out
of
the
ground
,
and
they
lay
,
roots
upwards
,
on
the
spots
whither
they
had
been
splashed
by
the
stream
.
Troy
’
s
brow
became
heavily
contracted
.
He
set
his
teeth
closely
,
and
his
compressed
lips
moved
as
those
of
one
in
great
pain
.
This
singular
accident
,
by
a
strange
confluence
of
emotions
in
him
,
was
felt
as
the
sharpest
sting
of
all
.
Troy
’
s
face
was
very
expressive
,
and
any
observer
who
had
seen
him
now
would
hardly
have
believed
him
to
be
a
man
who
had
laughed
,
and
sung
,
and
poured
love
-
trifles
into
a
woman
’
s
ear
.
To
curse
his
miserable
lot
was
at
first
his
impulse
,
but
even
that
lowest
stage
of
rebellion
needed
an
activity
whose
absence
was
necessarily
antecedent
to
the
existence
of
the
morbid
misery
which
wrung
him
.
The
sight
,
coming
as
it
did
,
superimposed
upon
the
other
dark
scenery
of
the
previous
days
,
formed
a
sort
of
climax
to
the
whole
panorama
,
and
it
was
more
than
he
could
endure
.
Sanguine
by
nature
,
Troy
had
a
power
of
eluding
grief
by
simply
adjourning
it
.
He
could
put
off
the
consideration
of
any
particular
spectre
till
the
matter
had
become
old
and
softened
by
time
.
The
planting
of
flowers
on
Fanny
’
s
grave
had
been
perhaps
but
a
species
of
elusion
of
the
primary
grief
,
and
now
it
was
as
if
his
intention
had
been
known
and
circumvented
.
