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When young Mark heard a soft tapping at his door, though out of bed, he was getting on but dreamily-it was so jolly to watch the mountains lying out in this early light like huge beasts. That one they were going up, with his head just raised above his paws, looked very far away out there! Opening the door an inch, he whispered:
"Is it late?"