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Sleep-drunk, with clouded brain, eyes that saw as in a dream, feet that moved involuntarily, Domitia descended from the litter and tottered in at a doorway when informed that she had reached her destination.
Where that was she did not care, whose house this was mattered nothing to her in her then condition of weariness.