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1    1|     the bed, warning me not to step into the cellar, a sort
2    9|        able to recall a single step of my walk, and I have thought
3   14|        the day. Thus he goes a step or two beyond instinct,
4   15| snow-storm on my head at every step; or sometimes creeping and
5   15|        of the snow made by the step of a long-headed farmer,
6   16|     almost dropsical. I took a step, and lo, away it scud with
7   17|      outline varies with every step, and it has an infinite
8   19|     different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears,