| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 140 | I View more quotes about must">must have twisted about in my sleep. |
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| 8 | 137 | I might, now, even open my eyes. |
| 8 | 138 | But the surface on which I lay did not seem soft, nor did the material beneath my finger tips seem to have the texture of cotton sheets. |
| 8 | 139 | The light, too, was wrong. |
| 8 | 140 | I must have twisted about in my sleep. |
| 8 | 141 | Something seemed wrong. |
| 8 | 142 | Memories of the dream recurred, the movements, the metal wagon, the chains, the hood, the basket, the wind through its coarse, sturdy fibers. |
| 8 | 143 | My head, it seemed for the first time in days, seemed clear. |