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           This,however,impliedthatallroadsleadingoutofInnsmouthweresimilarlypatrolled;forthepeoplecouldnothaveknownwhatrouteIintendedtotake.Ifthiswereso,Iwouldhavetomakemyretreatacrosscountryawayfromanyroad;buthowcouldIdothatinviewofthemarshyandcreek-riddlednatureofallthesurroundingregion?Foramomentmybrainreeled—bothfromsheerhopelessnessandfromarapidincreaseintheomnipresentfishyodour.

           ThenIthoughtoftheabandonedrailwaytoRowley,whosesolidlineofballasted,weed-grownearthstillstretchedofftothenorthwestfromthecrumblingstationontheedgeattheriver-gorge.Therewasjustachancethatthetownsfolkwouldnotthinkofthat;sinceitsbriar-chokeddesertionmadeithalf-impassable,andtheunlikeliestofallavenuesforafugitivetochoose.Ihadseenitclearlyfrommyhotelwindowandknewabouthowitlay.MostofitsearlierlengthwasuncomfortablyvisiblefromtheRowleyroad,andfromhighplacesinthetownitself;butonecouldperhapscrawlinconspicuouslythroughtheundergrowth.Atanyrate,itwouldformmyonlychanceofdeliverance,andtherewasnothingtodobuttryit.

           Drawinginsidethehallofmydesertedshelter,Ioncemoreconsultedthegroceryboy’smapwiththeaidoftheflashlight.