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"It might have been worse; it might have been a prison yard," he told himself. "Come, keep your heart up. Wherever I've come to it's an adventure." IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WORSE IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN A PRISON YARD HE TOLD HIMSELF COME KEEP YOUR HEART UP WHEREVER I'VE COME TO IT'S AN ADVENTURE
legs in the bed, rejoicing that he was no longer lame. Then he opened his eyes to feast them on the big, light tapestried room. But the room was not tapestried. It was panelled. And it was rather dark. And it was so small as not to be much better than a cupboard. This surprised Dickie more than anything else that had ever happened to him, and it frightened him a little too. If the spell of the moon-seeds and the rattle and the white seal was not certain to take him where he wished to be, nothing in the world was certain. He might be anywhere where he didn't wish to be--he might be any one whom he did not wish to be. "I'll never try it again," he said: "if I get out of this I'll stick to the wood-carving, and not go venturing about any more among dreams and things." He got up and looked out of a narrow window. From it he saw a garden, but it was not a garden he had ever seen before. It had marble seats, balustrades, and the damp dews of autumn hung chill about its almost unleafed trees. ANAGED EVERYTHING MOVED HIS LEGS IN THE BED REJOICING THAT HE WAS NO LONGER LAME THEN HE OPENED HIS EYES TO FEAST THEM ON THE BIG LIGHT TAPESTRIED ROOM BUT THE ROOM WAS NOT TAPESTRIED IT WAS PANELLED AND IT WAS RATHER DARK AND IT WAS SO SMALL AS NOT TO BE MUCH MORE THAN A CUPBOARD THIS SURPRISED DICKIE MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE THAT HAD EVER HAPPENED TO HIM AND IT FRIGHTENED HIM A LITTLE TOO IF THE SPELL OF THE MOON SEEDS AND THE RATTLE AND THE WHITE SEAL WAS NOT CERTAIN TO TAKE HIM WHERE HE WISHED TO BE NOTHING IN THE WORLD WAS CERTAIN HE MIGHT BE ANYWHERE WHERE HE DIDN'T WISH TO BE HE MIGHT BE ANY ONE WHOM HE DID NOT WISH TO BE I'LL NEVER TRY IT AGAIN HE SAID IF I GET OUT OF THIS I'LL STICK TO THE WOOD CARVING AND NOT GO VENTURING ABOUT ANY MORE AMONG DREAMS AND THINGS HE GOT UP AND LOOKED OUT OF THE NARROW WINDOW FROM IT HE SAW A GARDEN BUT IT WAS NOT A GARDEN HE HAD EVER SEEN BEFORE IT HAD MARBLE SEATS BALUSTRADES AND THE DAMP DEWS OF AUTUMN HUNG CHILL ABOUT ITS ALMOST UNLEAFED TREES
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