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| 4 | 11 | I could View more quotes about feel">feel it with my finger. |
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| 4 | 8 | I devoured it, gratefully, eagerly. |
| 4 | 9 | But for a long time now there had been nothing more in the depression. |
| 4 | 10 | The depression for the water, like a sunken bowl, was replenished from a slender, flat trickle of water. |
| 4 | 11 | I could feel it with my finger. |
| 4 | 12 | It was little more than a dampness. |
| 4 | 13 | That trickle, I assumed, had its origin elsewhere in the darkness. |
| 4 | 14 | It derived, doubtless, from the water which, as I could hear, slowly, drop by drop, fell into the chamber, perhaps from the ceiling, perhaps from some pipe or ledge. |