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WE ARE ACCOSTED BY A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE LADY IN THE FOREST.
Bowls of hot coffee and milk, with white rolls of bread to dip in them, refreshed us at a forest inn.

For some minutes after the meal Temple and I talked like interchangeing puffs of steam, but soon subsided to our staring fit.

The pipes were lit again.

What we heard sounded like a language of the rocks and caves, and roots plucked up, a language of gluttons feasting; the word ja was like a door always on the hinge in every mouth.