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Manon did not wake very early, and rays of sunlight were thrusting like sword blades through the iron grating when she opened her eyes.
The cellar was warm, and the wire bed surprisingly comfortable, and Manon lay curled up, looking at the yellow light and feeling in no hurry to leave the bed.