The Door in the Wall And Other Stories


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starred with many beautiful flowers, irrigated with extraordinary  
care, and bearing evidence of systematic cropping piece by piece.  
High up and ringing the valley about was a wall, and what appeared  
to be a circumferential water channel, from which the little  
trickles of water that fed the meadow plants came, and on the  
higher slopes above this flocks of llamas cropped the scanty  
herbage. Sheds, apparently shelters or feeding-places for the  
llamas, stood against the boundary wall here and there. The  
irrigation streams ran together into a main channel down the centre  
of the valley, and this was enclosed on either side by a wall  
breast high. This gave a singularly urban quality to this secluded  
place, a quality that was greatly enhanced by the fact that a  
number of paths paved with black and white stones, and each with a  
curious little kerb at the side, ran hither and thither in an  
orderly manner. The houses of the central village were quite  
unlike the casual and higgledy-piggledy agglomeration of the  
mountain villages he knew; they stood in a continuous row on  
either side of a central street of astonishing cleanness, here  
and there their parti-coloured facade was pierced by a door,  
and not a solitary window broke their even frontage. They were  
parti-coloured with extraordinary irregularity, smeared with a sort  
of plaster that was sometimes grey, sometimes drab, sometimes  
slate-coloured or dark brown; and it was the sight of this wild  
plastering first brought the word "blind" into the thoughts of the  
explorer. "The good man who did that," he thought, "must have been  
as blind as a bat."  
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