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By the time he had finished the long walk up the hill to the houses, his vague plans had shaped themselves, but he would have to wait until morning to begin.
That night, however, an autumn storm began, and he awoke in the morning to a world of low lying cloud and steady dropping. He felt surprise, for with all the recent troubles he had failed to realize that time was slipping away.