220233halfAgainst her will, she had come to the surface & found herself in theout of her picture, a little dazed, on the lawn, looking a little dazed, atMr. Carmichael ?He lay on his chair with his hands claspedabove his paunch, his beard with the yellow stain on itflowing upon his breast.He was no longer reading.He wasgorged & ruminating.His book had fallen on the grass.It lay there, giving off a fume of words, of poetry; he seemedto lie there breathing in the incense, torpid, half asleep.& he seemed drugged, drowsy.
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