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It may have been an hour later when suddenly Lily Fairfield sat up in / bed. In a moment she knew where she was, and yet she did not really feel / awake. She told herself with a feeling of fear that she was / asleep-asleep, as she had been asleep that night ten days ago, when she / had started walking in her sleep, so frightening greatly Uncle Tom.
Something now seemed to be impelling her, almost ordering her, to get up / and to begin walking through the silent, sleeping house. She fought / against the impulse, the almost command; but it was as if a stronger / will than her own was forcing her to get out of the low, old-fashioned / Empire bed.