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Janet woke with a start from her uneasy sleep. Her nights had been troubled of late, and she was accustomed to waking with a start.
The darkness was very thick and close around her, but it was not the closeness of a narrow room. There was a free draught of air and a sense of space, which suggested that she was under the bare vault of heaven. And yet the faint odour was not of the natural world, but of man's handiwork -- hewn stone, and the dust of hewn stone, the smell of a place roofed and enclosed.