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I, Allan Quatermain, woke up, to notice that, as on the previous occasion when Lady Ragnall and I took the /Taduki/ together, my trance must have been brief. Although I had forgotten to look at the time, as it chanced, I could measure its duration by another method. The /Taduki/ herb, as I knew, soon burned itself away, yet, when I awoke, the last little vapour, so thin and faint that it could scarcely be discerned, was rising from its embers.
Good gracious! I thought to myself, how could all those things have happened in that unknown land and age in much less time than it takes the stump of a cigarette to die.