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Search Alcohol Rehab Options
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Alcohol Rehab)
Thu Aug 4 14:41:22 2016
Date: Thu, 4 Aug 2016 14:36:29 -0400
From: "Alcohol Rehab" <alcohol-rehab@azicateexpress.com>
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urled round its short pole. One would have thought, considering the nature =
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ame; but instead of looking up to where I stood on the top of the steep cut=
ting nearly over his head, he turned himself about, and looked down the Lin=
e. There was something remarkable in his manner of doing so, though I could=
not have said for my life what. But I know it was remarkable enough to att=
ract my notice, even though his figure was foreshortened and shadowed, down=
in the deep trench, and mine was high above him, so steeped in the glow of=
an angry sunset, that I had shaded my eyes with my hand before I saw him a=
t all. "Halloa! Below!" From looking down the Line, he turned him=
self about again, and, raising his eyes, saw my figure high above him. &quo=
t;Is there any path by which I can come down and speak to you?" He loo=
ked up at me without replying, and I looked down at him without pressing hi=
m too soon with a repetition of my idle question. Just then there came a va=
gue vibration in the earth and air, quickly changing into a violent pulsati=
on, and an oncoming rush that caused me to start back, as though it had for=
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rain had passed me, and was skimming away over the landscape, I looked down=
again, and saw him refurling the flag he had shown while the train went by=
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on my level, some two or three hundred yards distant. I called down to him,=
"All right!" and made for that point. There, by dint of looking =
closely about me, I found a rough zigzag descending path notched out, which=
I followed. The cutting was extremely deep, and unusually precipitate. It =
was made through a clammy stone, that became oozier and wetter as I went do=
wn. For these reasons, I found the way long enough to give me time to recal=
l a singular air of reluctance or compulsion with which he had pointed out =
the path. When I came down low enough upon the zigzag descent to see him ag=
ain, I saw that he was standing between the rails on the way by which the t=
rain had lately passed, in an attitude as if he were waiting for me to appe=
ar. He had his left hand at his chin, and that left elbow rested on his rig=
ht hand, crossed over his breast. His attitude was one of such expectation =
and watchfulness that I stopped a moment, wondering at it. I resumed my dow=
nward way, and stepping out upon the level of the railroad, and drawing nea=
rer to him, saw that he was a dark sallow man, with a dark beard and rather=
heavy eyebrows. His post was in as solitary and dismal a place as ever I s=
aw. On either side, a dripping-wet wall of jagged stone, excluding all view=
but a strip of sky; the perspective one way only a crooked prolongation of=
this great dungeon; the shorter perspective in the other direction termina=
ting in a gloomy red light, and the gloomier entrance to a black tunnel, in=
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ng air. So little sunlight ever found its way to this spot, that it had an =
earthy, deadly smell; and so much cold wind rushed through it, that it stru=
ck chill to me, as if I had left the natural world. Before he stirred, I wa=
s near enough to him to have touched him. Not even then removing his eyes f=
rom mine, he stepped back one step, and lifted his hand. This was a lonesom=
e post to occupy (I said), and it had riveted my attention when I looked do=
wn from up yonder. A visitor was a rarity, I should suppose; not an unwelco=
me rarity, I hoped? In me, he merely saw a man who had been shut up within =
narrow limits all his life, and who, being at last set free, had a newly-aw=
akened interest in these great works. To such purpose I spoke to him; but I=
am far from sure of the terms I used; for, besides that I am not happy in =
opening any conversation, there was something in the man that daunted me. H=
e directed a most curious look towards the red light near the tunnel's mout=
h, and looked all about it, as if something were missing from it, and then =
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