space between the room partitions and the roof (and for the sake of air, such spaces are large and frequent), is barred against invasion by sheets of gauze. In some houses there is a special room, a kind of inner citadel and last refuge, which is wholly of iron gauze, and within it, the master of the house sits like a vanquished lion in a cage.
To enter this fortress in advance of the enemy calls for the exercise of agility of a high order. The doors have swing-backs, and are made to close the instant that they are released. Outside them, the light cavalry of the enemy hover in clouds. The man within, this Englishman in his strange castle, observes your approach with furtive and anxious eyes, and if you be a newcomer, he begs of you to be careful in entering. Immediately you enter, he falls with an astonishing onslaught upon such of the enemy as have come in on your back, in your hair, in the creases of your clothes, and in an aurora of cloud about your brows.
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