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Several narrow lanes and alleys, too, partly\r\nblocked with snow fallen from the roof, cut up the hamlet in all\r\ndirections.\r\n\r\nWhen, turning from the traveled highway, jingling with bells of\r\nnumerous farmers--who, availing themselves of the fine sleighing, were\r\ndragging their wood to market--and frequently diversified with swift\r\ncutters dashing from inn to inn of the scattered villages--when, I\r\nsay, turning from that bustling main-road, I by degrees wound into\r\nthe Mad Maid's Bellows'-pipe, and saw the grim Black Notch beyond,\r\nthen something latent, as well as something obvious in the time and\r\nscene, strangely brought back to my mind my first sight of dark and\r\ngrimy Temple Bar. And when Black, my horse, went darting through the\r\nNotch, perilously grazing its rocky wall, I remembered being in a\r\nrunaway London omnibus, which in much the same sort of style, though\r\nby no means at an equal rate, dashed through the ancient arch of Wren.\r\nThough the two objects did by no means correspond, yet this partial\r\ninadequacy but served to tinge the similitude not less with the\r\nvividness than the disorder of a dream. So that, when upon reining up\r\nat the protruding rock I at last caught sight of the quaint groupings\r\nof the factory-buildings, and with the traveled highway and the Notch\r\nbehind, found myself all alone, silently and privily stealing through\r\ndeep-cloven passages into this sequestered spot, and saw the long,\r\nhigh-gabled main factory edifice, with a rude tower--for hoisting\r\nheavy boxes--at one end, standing among its crowded outbuildings and\r\nboarding-houses, as the Temple Church amidst the surrounding offices\r\nand dormitories, and when the marvelous retirement of this mysterious\r\nmountain nook fastened its whole spell upon me, then, what memory\r\nlacked, all tributary imagination furnished, and I said to myself, This\r\nis the very counterpart of the Paradise of Bachelors, but snowed upon,\r\nand frost-painted in a sepulchre.\r\n\r\nDismounting, and warily picking my way down the dangerous\r\ndeclivity--horse and man both sliding now and then upon the icy\r\nledges--at length I drove, or the blast drove me, into the largest\r\nsquare, before one side of the main edifice. Piercingly and shrilly the\r\nshotted blast blew by the corner; and redly and demoniacally boiled\r\nBlood River at one side. A long woodpile, of many scores of cords, all\r\nglittering in mail of crusted ice, stood crosswise in the square. A\r\nrow of horse-posts, their north sides plastered with adhesive snow,\r\nflanked the factory wall. The bleak frost packed and paved the square\r\nas with some ringing metal.\r\n\r\nThe inverted similitude recurred--\"The sweet, tranquil Temple garden,\r\nwith the Thames bordering its green beds,\" strangely meditated I.\r\n\r\nBut where are the gay bachelors?\r\n\r\nThen, as I and my horse stood shivering in the wind-spray, a girl ran\r\nfrom a neighboring dormitory door, and throwing her thin apron over her\r\nbare head, made for the opposite building.\r\n\r\n\"One moment, my girl; is there no shed hereabouts which I may drive\r\ninto?\"\r\n\r\nPausing, she turned upon me a face pale with work, and blue with cold;\r\nan eye supernatural with unrelated misery.\r\n\r\n\"Nay,\" faltered I, \"I mistook you. Go on; I want nothing.\"\r\n\r\nLeading my horse close to the door from which she had come, I knocked.\r\nAnother pale, blue girl appeared, shivering in the doorway as, to\r\nprevent the blast, she jealously held the door ajar.\r\n\r\n\"Nay, I mistake again. In God's name shut the door. But hold, is there\r\nno man about?\"\r\n\r\nThat moment a dark-complexioned well-wrapped personage passed, making\r\nfor the factory door, and spying him coming, the girl rapidly closed\r\nthe other one.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6YGBGPB2V2V7FC8XKF7R8H","peer_type":"segment","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6YDD8GKW0DRD5H2MY1NRZ7","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6YH2EHXPPGFEP95GNSQZGP","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6YH2EH2NQRG1083HT567N7","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T07:57:49.393Z","ts":"2026-01-30T07:57:54.798Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}