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Then he strove to speed away the time, by listening to a murmur which swept continually along the street, yet was scarcely audible, except to an unaccustomed ear like his; it was a low, dull, dreamy sound, compounded of many noises, each of which was at too great a distance to be separately heard. Robin marvelled at this snore of a sleeping town, and marvelled more whenever its continuity was broken by now and then a distant shout, apparently loud where it originated.

Nathaniel Hawthorne, “My Kinsman, Major Molineux” (1831).

[The previous 30 illustrations in the series can be perused here. Ed.]

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