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She stared at him until he appeared to grow uncomfortable and left the room. She closed the door behind him. Then she put her fingers on the wall protrusion. Pushing it down turned off the light; pushing it back up put it on. Giggling softly, she used the lever several times, wondering in awe what caused the light to come on and to douse so quickly, and without any odor of oil or wood. Whatever the explanation, Mike Danziger was certainly clever to have thought of it. |
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She looked about the room. It was decorated in cheerful tones of green and yellow wallpaper, with dark green towels hanging on metal racks. There was a large tub like none she had ever seen before. It was pushed tightly against the wall and it had no feet. There was a spout like the end of a watering can hanging at its top. The room also contained a sink, built into a cabinet and with a mirror over it. But there was no exit to the outside, nor any apparent well in herenot even a pitcher. How was she to get water? And Mike had suggested a warm bath or shower, but was he heating water for her at the hearth? |
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Then there was the object sitting on the floor that she could not figure out at all. When she opened its lid, the contraption resembled a seat with a hole in it, like a privy, but the receptacle was filled with water. Was this the well? Where, then, was the bucket? On one side was a metal pull similar to the lever for the light. Out of curiosity, she pushed itand with a loud gurgling, the water began to swirl and disappear down a hole. |
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