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He was snoring. Through the heart-shaped opening that was cut in

the shutter the sun poured into the darkened room like a fiery

column, straight on the brow of the sleeping lad. He wanted to

doze longer and twisted about, trying to avoid the light;

suddenly he heard a knocking and awoke; cheerful was his

awakening. He felt blithe as a bird and breathed freely and

lightly; he felt himself happy and smiled to himself. Thinking of

all that had happened to him the day before, he blushed and

sighed, and his heart beat fast.