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A moment or two later she found herself squatting somewhere on the ground. How she got here she did not know⁠—where she was she knew still less. She was in total darkness. A fusty, close smell of food and wine gave her a wretched feeling of nausea⁠—her head ached intolerably, her eyes were hot, her throat dry: there was a constant buzzing in her ears.

The terrible sounds of fighting and screaming and cursing, the crash of broken glass and overturned benches came to her as through a partition⁠—close by but muffled.

In the immediate nearness all was silence and darkness.