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progress was so rapid that by nine o'clock in the evening he heard the sharp rasping of the saws in the great mill on the mad river, and was soon striding across the trembling foot-bridge toward the house of the contractor. Lights gleamed from the windows as he stepped upon the door stone and gave a timid rap.