The sounds of the seashore infiltrated her dreams as she floated in heavenly bliss of sleep. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. You are wedged in amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you are almost out of sight.
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