It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. “We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. ” “I’m delighted,” she exclaimed. In a very definite sense we are in the wrong —hopelessly in the wrong. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves.
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