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| 8 | 197 | I sought View more quotes about something">something to prove, or disprove, my fears. |
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| 8 | 194 | Had I dreamed the house, the pens, the chains, the wagon, the strange passage through cold, windy skies? Was I dreaming now? Was I delirious? Was I mad? Muchly had I been disoriented by the substance to which I had been subjected. |
| 8 | 195 | Was I still, unwittingly, its victim? But it did not seem so. |
| 8 | 196 | The stone, the close-set bars, the long, looming, tiered vistas beyond them, seemed very real. |
| 8 | 197 | I sought something to prove, or disprove, my fears. |
| 8 | 198 | Where was I? Was I no longer what I had been, as I suspected? Had my reality, as I suspected, been transformed radically, utterly? I must know! I knelt back. |
| 8 | 199 | I again felt my throat. |
| 8 | 200 | No collar was there! Madly, feverishly, I pulled up the skirt of the tiny brown tunic, to bare my left leg to the waist. |