She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. Cathy's eyebrows perked up. These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. "I was born in the South Seas and I am on my way to America, to an aunt. Ah!" he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!" He touched it, and the door flew open.
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