” She replied. She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. Every other wall comprised bookcases, except where the doors appeared. No further responsibility whatever. The coolies proceeded at a swinging, mincing trot, which gave to the suspended seat a dancing action similar to that of a suddenly agitated hangingspring of a birdcage.
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