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Deeper Shadows.
Mr Carker the Manager rose with the lark, and went out, walking in the summer day.

His meditations--and he meditated with contracted brows while he strolled along--hardly seemed to soar as high as the lark, or to mount in that direction; rather they kept close to their nest upon the earth, and looked about, among the dust and worms.

But there was not a bird in the air, singing unseen, farther beyond the reach of human eye than Mr Carker's thoughts.

He had his face so perfectly under control, that few could say more, in distinct terms, of its expression, than that it smiled or that it pondered.