Scarcely had I torn it off before another, a bigger one, began biting me.
I lifted it up, but the higher I lifted it the bigger and heavier it grew.
And suddenly Brother A.
came and, taking my arm, led me to a building to enter which we had to pass along a narrow plank.
I stepped on it, but it bent and gave way and I began to clamber up a fence which I could scarcely reach with my hands.
Things I want to do before I die.
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