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A WOMAN OF BULIKA 167
she climbed slowly, and I followed. Ere we reached the top, however, she seemed to take fright, and darted up the rest of the steps : I arrived just in time to have the door closed in my face, and stood confounded on the landing, where was about length enough, between the opposite doors of the two houses, for a man to lie down.
Weary, and not scrupling to defile Bulika with my presence, I took advantage of the shelter, poor as it was. |
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