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SHE knew what it meant. Thought at such a time is rapid; and as she went down, as she felt the black slime rising around her, she knew she was in a quaking bog, that bog upon the fell against which she had been often warned; that bog which, had she been questioned one minute sooner, she would have averred to be at least half-a-mile away, in the most unfrequented part of the moor.
And she was in it-lying face downward upon its treacherous surface; the bright deceptive moss giving way like paper under her weight, the dark half-liquid peat covering her limbs.