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Some half-mile along the road, upon the left hand, was a stile, and beyond the stile, a path -- a path that led away over field, and meadow, and winding stream, to the blue verge of distant woods.
Now, midway between these woods and the place where I stood, there moved three figures; and, far away though they were, I could still make out that the middle one walked with his hands -- those tremulous betraying hands -- thrust deep within his pockets.