some vibration of the thunder which had loosed that mechanism and had closed the panel upon the heels of our entrance — so I thought — then seeing again in memory that uncanny, deliberate shutting was not at all convinced that it had been the thunder.
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The sky was low and slaty gray; a fine rain was falling. I stepped out.
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