After a few hours the road began to be rough, and the walking grew so difficult that the Scarecrow often stumbled over the yellow bricks, which were here very uneven.
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In vapid listlessness I leant my head against the window, and continued spelling over Catherine Earnshaw’ÄîHeathcliff’ÄîLinton, till my eyes closed; but they had not rested five minutes when a glare of white letters started from the dark, as vivid as spectres.
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