It is far too thick to pass through any of the doors.

It is your task to remove it.' 'Why that's as easy as easy,' said Philip.

'I'll cut it in bits and bring out a bit at a time.' 'That would be most unfortunate for you,' said Mr.Noah.

'I filed only this morning a very ancient prophecy: 'He who shall the carpet sever, By fire or flint or steel, Shall be fed on orange pips for ever, And dressed in orange peel.
You wouldn't like that, you know.' 'No,' said Philip grimly, 'I certainly shouldn't.' 'The carpet must be _unravelled_, unwoven, so that not a thread is broken.

Here is the hall.' They went up steps--Philip sometimes wished he had not been so fond of building steps--and through a dark vestibule to an arched door.