The world isn't real yet; she
hasn't comparisons by which to govern her acts. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always
looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and
raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her,
echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and
enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. It towered up high
above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and
below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. Sometimes at sea a skipper will order his men to trim, batten down the hatches,
and clear the deck of all litter.
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