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THE twilight of evening was coming near from the direction of the country, and a gentle breeze, soft as a whisper, came with it.
In the houses alongside this rural way -- a main road, garbed for a few paces like a main street -- the rooms whose pallid windows no longer fed them with the limpidity of space found their own light from lamps and candles, so that the evening left them and went outside, and one saw light and darkness gradually changing places.