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XLI 1 1. Yi PAGE. The traffic, muted by the glory of a fine autumn day, marched, it seemed, more slowly and to a sound of heavier drums.

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Like mountain echoes street cries haunted the bur nished air, while a muffin man, abroad too early for the sea son, swung his bell intermittently with a pastoral sound. Even the milk cart, heard in the next street, provoked the imagination of distant armor. The houses seemed to acquire from the gray and silver web of October enchantment a mysterious immensity.

There was no feeling of stressful humanity even in the myriad sounds that, in a sheen of beauty, floated about the day. The sun went down behind roofs and left the sky plumed with rosy feathers. There was a cold gray minute before dusk came stealing in, richly and profoundly blue then night sprang upon the street, and through the darkness an equinoctial wind swept, moaning.

Along the gutters the brown leaves danced the tall plane tree at the end of the street would not be motionless until December should freeze the black branches in diapery against a somber sky. Along the gutters the leaves whispered and ran and shivered and leaped, while the gas jets flapped in pale lamps.