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been heard, tumbling & tossing; the winds & the waves
. lash with their
 tails & churn with
 tails lash & their
 fins churn

disporting themselves like the amorphous shapes of
leviathans, whose brows were pierced by no light of reason, whose
tal lunged & plunged in the darkness without cause or reason;
now it seemed fiercely battling for no reason, then at peace; now
in mounting in lust or conquest one upon another, so that they
seemed to71   until it seemed as if the the universe were
filled from earth to sky with was full of shapes mounting one on
top of another, battling, & tumbling - & the now swift[?]72, now
stagnant, but always in a wild brute commotion confusion.
When in spring the flowers all [?]springstarted, & again the urns were
casually filled with somethe trailing geranium, they too seemed
elongated petals of some windblown plant, these too seemed
clothed in beauty - yes - lovely as ever - (Mrs. MacNab,
stopped & thinking no harm since the family would not
come, no one knew when,) never again perhaps - it was
said the house would be sold, stooped & picked a bunch
to take home with her) yet nature's beauty, her the involuntary &
irrepressible creation of this of a force which created the wind
too, now seemed cold. It seemed eyeless, brainless, empty.

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