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frame of the doorway, in which I had erroneously placed
it, while, to make room for it, the writing-table, which my
memory had clumsily fixed where the window ought to be,
would hurry off at full speed, thrusting before it the man-
telpiece, and sweeping aside the wall of the passage; the well
of the courtyard would be enthroned on the spot where, a
moment earlier, my dressing-room had lain, and the dwell-
ing-place which I had built up for myself in the darkness
would have gone to join all those other dwellings of which I
had caught glimpses from the whirlpool of awakening; put
to flight by that pale sign traced above my window-curtains
by the uplifted forefinger of day.

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