Her walk was not ungraceful, because it was so purely natural; but it differed almost as much as the step of a quadruped from what we are taught.

I, with heavy thoughts but careless steps, set off on my wanderings.

I wanted to try to have no set purpose, course, or consideration, but to go wherever chance should lead me, without choice, as in my dream.

And after many vague turns, and even closings of rebellious eyes, I found myself, perhaps by the force of habit, at the ruins of the mill.
I seemed to recognize some resemblance (which is as much as one can expect) to the scene which had been in my sleep before me.

But sleeping I had seen roaring torrents; waking, I beheld a quiet stream.